The hopeless romantic in me has something he'd like to say

[furrylitldevil]

Sitting across the table from you, it becomes increasingly obvious that you and I have the potential to be the kind of lovers that are chronicled in the pages of history books.
Scholars would write for centuries how, together, we stopped monsoons from ravishing the coastline of Indonesia
How our love caused the Israelis and Palestinians to lay down their guns
How, after seeing us, George W. Bush was inspired to admit for the first time in his miserable little life that he had made a mistake, and he is sorry.
I know I could love you like Brams and Vivaldi being played backwards at half speed if only I could get past the ritualistic courting phase of our relationship, but
That’s not something I’ve been able to do successfully in quite some time.
So here I am, hoping that I can cut through the courting ritual and get right to the ceremony of worshiping you.

I pretend to be an artist on the weekends, but
Pretend art only earns pretend money so
During the week, I work under the employ of Satan’s drum beater
Taking home enough after food, gas, and bills to support a musical addiction that takes a bite out of my paycheck and leaves me with the crumbs.
My car is a heap that gets me from A to C but seldom knows where B is so
Most times I’m cruising’ a circle looking for some direction but
Direction left as soon as I found myself in the same Universe as you.
Be forewarned, we’re both taking a chance here.
While I realize that, when you see me, your eyes light up with yellow and orange signal flairs screaming at you to proceed with caution; you gotta know that
My past experience brought a tak hammer and it’s beating me over the head with the repetitive mantra,
“No one has ever loved you.”
But I’m willing to ignore the pain if you’ll just blow through that hazy shade of yellow and meet me half way.
I would say that I’ll love you until the sky falls down but,
Who hasn’t heard that one before?
No.
Instead, I’ll love you like pomegranates love the morning dew
Like
Bumblebees love the sunflower
Like
Colorado Mountains love the dusk
I could compose the symphony of us
If only you’ll give me the chance to.
On those days when you’re afraid to turn on the lights because you’ll see yourself shakin’
And the world weighs so heavy that your shoulders feel like breakin’
Don’t look at your reflection,
Don’t look at your reflection.
Because you know she’s gonna question
And laugh
And yell
And stare
Rippin’ away at yourself until nothing else is there
Those are the days I want to become your mirror
I could
Cover your ears so you wouldn’t have to hear her
And
Hold you so close that it would stop the shakin’
Together we could stop the Earth from quakin’
On those days,
I want you to stare at the reflection in my eyes
So you could
See past alla the fragmented lies
And
You could finally know how beautiful you are.
I could
Be there with you every day when a sleeping artist decided to wake herself up
I could
Help you build a tower of circles leading up to heaven
I could
Break your fall when you came crashing back down again if you would
Just look inside your soul and see if there’s enough room for me
So that I could
Dance on the ivory keys inside your ribcage while you
Spread across my chest like a whisky butterfly.

I know that I could love you like you’ve always wanted to be.
We could share a lifetime as intense as the Nevada desert at twilight or
Spin like binary stars and make the universe our playground.
I could help you caress the fabric in your dreams
If only you let me inside them.

By the way, my name’s Eddie…