There is not a song yet conceived,
Because I never took the time to write it
Exactly how I feel when you are near
The inexplicable taste of you on my lips
The almost silent breathing of your sleep
Takes me away – makes me forget
All of the pain – all of the wretchedness in this wicked world
You say you do not know love
Maybe I am not sure of it either
I don’t think love is a place to stay
Rather a moment
It’s clean, it’s pure and it’s rare
Like the smell of fresh cut grass on opening day
A pure virgin hillside after a long snow
No one experiences it all the time
Or knows what it means to them until it becomes just another memory
Maybe you and I may never have
What the writers and the movies say is true love
But if true love is wanting to lose yourself in another
I know that I have found it.
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[b]Okay, think of what little patience I have as, oh, I don't know, your virginity. You always thought it would be there, until that night Junior Year when you were feeling a little down about yourself and your pal Kevin, who just wanted to be friends, well, he dropped by and he brought a copy of About Last Night and a four-pack of Bartels & James and woo hoo hoo, it was gone forever - just like my patience is now.
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