Was struggling to find inspiration via Tumblr this week. So, I tapped into a constant source of inspiration: my lady. This song is for her and anyone in the blogosphere that cares to listen.
Your hair is more brown than mine,
and your skin is more soft.
And your eyes have more light
even in the dead of night.
And your body is so divine,
I wish I was made in your image sometimes.
And I’m not sure what perfect is,
but I know you’re closer than I’ll ever be.
Your lips are more full,
and your freckles wear their chaos well.
You speak just above a whisper,
so everyone bends and aches to hear your words.
Maybe that pretty curve to your neck
is from the weight of that halo on your head.
And you seem to glide right across the ground,
dancing to music no one else hears.
Darlin’, you’re so divine to me.
Sometimes it’s like you fell from the sky
right into my arms.