I could write a hundred love poems
but it wouldn't give me you
I could sing a thousand melodies
but I still wouldn't get to hold you
I could whisper softly in your ear
things that only lovers say
I could brush my fingers up your arm
meet your eyes and then glance away...
Oh, but what would it matter?
What would it change?
You wouldn't be mine, no matter
what I'd try.
I could brush on rouge
just for you,
wear sweet smelling perfume
to try and entice just you.
I could bat my eyes
or wear a dress that I know
would excite you
But I don't want the superficial you
I want the real you
the one that's deep down
the one that I know is there
the one that I know you are protecting
the one you are afraid to share.
I could love you more than anyone
in this world
If you'd only let me
If you would only let me...
But you just walk away
back to your lonesome pain.
If you would just let me inside
I think you would be surprised,
those issues you think you need
stack up to nothing against the
monsters I've survived.
But still, my heart you deny.
I could be the love of your life
If you just let me.