You're the face I wish to see every day,

The eyes in which to lose myself,

The lips whose shape to contour with my finger tips.

But, fuck, I can't,

I wish I could thief you,

Starting right now chasing forever,

But I can't,

And that breaks me,

But what I should do, I must do,

Is turning that can't inside out, upside down,

Into an I can wait,

Cause, and this is me not giving a damn fly fuck about the whole corny of it all,

Forty-seven years I searched knowing not what I was to find,

Yet searched and found not,

Until those fiery brown eyes of yours crossed mine a whole bunch of days ago...