It is like an inscription without the
words-said the artist-love, and
what is has made me-and what
it has returned;
I relinquished my crown, but not
for her favor, or to be her favorite-
I wanted nothing more for her than
to be proud;
She has set a course in her life,
with or without me-I hope I am
there when she looks to pick one
out-I can only offer a hand, if I am
able-and maybe her a man;
The best feeling about her love, is
never figured out-it reels me in
closer-it takes away everything I
wanted to do-but the only thing I
can remember is being with you;
I won't burden with baggage, and I
won't curse the waves-I won't make
any promise to behave-at least
if I am chosen, I can do whatever
you want us to do-that is love
not someone elses shame;
Oh...and that best feeling, yes,
we know what that is, don't we?
