You speak the arts of love so fluently
As if you know it's tunes from touch.
And its presence abundantly
You've studied it and know so much
How it flows like the fresh streams of a river
How it blows like the wind leaving a cold shiver
like you know all its ins and all its outs.
Saying every word with a strong sense of certainty.
Removing lingers of fear ridding my doubts
Yet I find myself questioning how u can offer me eternity.
Call it trust issues, call it anxiety
But I can't ignore that the feeling is there
And I know to a cupid like you...