I can tell you are in love;
What would you give
To hold on to that connection?
You have faced rejection,
Humiliation
And more
But you still keep coming back.
The store
Of memories.
Don’t glamorise the past;
Live with them if you can,
If you are any kind of man.
I see you when you are not around
And without a sound
You appear before me;
The elegance
And grace
Of you
Takes my breath away.
What the fucking hell,
Is this a spell
You cast
Or was it myself?
That’s probably true
And despite appearance
A romantic in a shell.
