I thought if I wrote beautiful words
somehow she'd find me
maybe thinking positive thoughts
she just may creep up behind me
but one peek over my shoulder
proves...
it's not love but a shadow I see
I imagine she'll be perfectly imperfect
where her flaws are what attracts me
falling so deep for who she is inside
knowing even when she argues
there's no place I'd rather be
my imagination tells me
she loves it when I kiss her ever so delicately
and the flowers, cards, and candy
only show her that I miss her
like a gift heaven sent directly from above
the way our bodies intertwine
in the midst of making love
ecstasy filled fornication
with the girl I lay and dream of
her love shall set you free
like the chapel releasing
for better or for worse
even when push comes to shove
only in my imagination
have I seen this dark dark haired beauty
who's heart seemingly is made of gold
and a smile mode for movies
I can only imagine
my days are filled with dreams
living in a world where I'm not deprived
of the love of a good women
but maybe that too good for me
at least that how it seems
Imagine that.................
