Love Sick
Its like cupid overheard my most perfect fantasy and put her into flesh and life.
Cuts away my insecurity and fear does her presence like a putty knife.
God must’ve equipped her with not only the tools but also the skills.
Because she’s torn away my armor like banana peels.
She’s climbed the walls around my heart that I’ve built too high, with ease.
The craving for her love brings me to my knees
I pray and plead for him to make her mine
We were once sour grapes but together through time,
I just know we will be the finest of wine.
Close my eyes and drift into vivid memories of her
Brilliant and bright and colorful and clear
In some way the imaginations draw me near
To our love that never had a go,
Upon her my undying adoration I want to bestow
But somehow silence has become the perfect language
All my infatuation and desires have been placed in bondage
Sick of stepping stones, I want my own rock of love on which to stand.
Open my mouth to scream my emotions, but my voice is muffled by circumstance.
Can’t help but spend precious time in day dreams.
About the first time I saw you and all the wonderful times in between.
Constantly wonder about what you do and whether you are safe
Are you happy where you are and if you ate.
Do you think of me half as much
Of our last time and do you also yearn for a touch.
Are we just two birds lost on life’s rough winds
Or will we one day let go of you and I and let we begin
~Johnny~
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