By: Kira Bouviea'
I see you standing over there
Selling your soul for material wears.
I watch as all the men stare
Not for your soul, little do they care.
They all act like their picking a prized mare.
No they do not care that you want to be part of an unbreakable pair.
I want you to know that it's for you, your soul I care.
To make and advance, do I not dare?
Though I fear that it's my heart that you'll tear.
That you'll make it never ever leave it's lair.
I will breathe deeply this morning air
My heart tells me that I do not err.
I walk up to you my lady fair.
It is to you that I lay my heart bare
I shiver like a frightened hare as you start to glare
"Who made you this way, made you so scared?"
I refuse to answer; instead look at your glistening hair.
Starting to leave, my heart so raw, I need to go, but to where?
I hear you call my name and try to run, determined you catch me like a bear.
Before I can speak you look into my eyes and startled I see your feelings, so raw.
Stop living like this, you know I don't care how expensively you wear.
Live for us, you know we can be an unbreakable pair.
Your smile so pure I know my heart was right and it has not erred.
And happily does this story end, of me and my lady fair.