My Lover
My love stands on golden hooves,
framed by half-moon glasses.
And steals a sigh from my lips,
Every time he passes.
Jealousy turns a monster green,
grips me at the sight.
At the patterned vest that's blessed,
to hold my lover tight.
A demon's random to be the pipe,
touched by his fingertips.
And kissed a thousand times each day,
against those lovely lips.
If he was as easy to read,
As those many books we cover.
I'd read him front to back all day,
And his title would be "No Other."
I'd drink up every witches potion,
Force down every brew.
To change into a book,
Dedicated to only you.
And on a shelf I'd wait and wait,
As I have done for ages.
Hoping for the day you'd read,
The confessions on my pages.
My love stands on golden hooves,
And I wish he would see.
That I belong to only him,
And we were meant to be."
My love stands on golden hooves,
framed by half-moon glasses.
And steals a sigh from my lips,
Every time he passes.
Jealousy turns a monster green,
grips me at the sight.
At the patterned vest that's blessed,
to hold my lover tight.
A demon's random to be the pipe,
touched by his fingertips.
And kissed a thousand times each day,
against those lovely lips.
If he was as easy to read,
As those many books we cover.
I'd read him front to back all day,
And his title would be "No Other."
I'd drink up every witches potion,
Force down every brew.
To change into a book,
Dedicated to only you.
And on a shelf I'd wait and wait,
As I have done for ages.
Hoping for the day you'd read,
The confessions on my pages.
My love stands on golden hooves,
And I wish he would see.
That I belong to only him,
And we were meant to be."
