The description of love is a prescription for the soul. You'll never want silver or gold, you'll always look forward to her beauty and smile. As her beautiful brown eyes leaves you speechless for a while. Her hand in yours as walk down the street, her name on your lips as you prepare to sleep. You gain her love but her heart is yours to keep. You leap through bounds to give her your time. When she's not around you feel it a crime. You find a new excuse to show her you never missed her or care. Deep down inside at her grace and beauty you admire and stare. Like a snake to its lair, you protect her as kin. Even before she wears your ring. Her love your drug, her touch your hallucinations and her lips your sin. The moments together and on you remains the smell of her skin. Her thoughts stuck in your head like a softboard to a pin. She breaks your walls and makes you vulnerable from within. Your male chauvinism and ego and pride, falls to the ground with her mellow words. She makes you rejuvenate as she's that special girl. She spins your head around and around, you can't feel your feet touching the ground. Bound by her heart you overcome everyday. Looking forward to her love in every possible way. Her hair that flutters like a flag in the breeze, tis her heart's desires you wish to fulfill and please. You then one-day have had enough, you place a ring on her finger on one bended knee. Those are the moments you do cherish and pray. That your true love beckons like this someday.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
