With a beginning from Lionel Richie's Lady.
My love, there's so many ways I long to say I love you,
Let me hold you in my arms forever more, no longer blue.
If only you'd let me in instead of shutting me out in the cold.
I shoulda held your hand sooner, I've gotta learn to be bold.
My love the years have only taught me one single thing
That I want you, why your scent leaves me gasping!
As I think of the many things I should like to say,
As we cavort to the music, sometimes slow but always in a sway.
My love I'm out of words but the lines in your heart say it all.
They spell my name and I promise to be there for you, sweet and tall.
I did not want to be writing of romance until sunup
Rather setoff to the beach and draw those dimples to fill my cup.
Alas, you're not here with me and my chest heaves and sighs,
Then I sing your praises and cry to the very skies.
I think of Beren and Luthien and want you to show me true love.
Wake me from my stupor, slap my mouth with the back of your glove.
A challenge to wake up, stop dreaming, ante up and kick in.
But instead I find myself adrift, hollow and in chagrin.
I hate mending, it's a torture and takes decades,
So heap your love on me and have it back in spades.