Emotional Romantic:

[zaac]

someone mentioned i make a change. i couldnt resist the play on words. have a good un.

As I play my old piano,
i'm thinkin on a rhyme;
of way back when I first saw love
was looking through my eyes.

If there ever was a lover,
so completely made for me,
she would pray for deeper water
'round the chords of middle sea.

I would tell her of my heart;
how it aches to feel her touch,
and the songs we write in whisperings
to God, and man, and love.

I trail my fingers;
she responds,
in ways that coax my smile.
And finds me in the loving,
dreaming all the while.

Like the gentle rest, a butterly
delighting softly on her shoulder,
I'd walk the left up toward her heart,
to the place where she's left smoldering

she would sing to me of pleasure
of gifts, and dreams, and plans
in a voice that always tells me
she will always hold my hand

And as I play my old piano,
I feel beneath my palms
just who this love might be
in every note of every song.

Yes, she's my old piano,
giving wings of song from pain
a thoughtful, gentle smile
every time she says my name.

If I could find a lover,
who could touch me in this way,
I'd marry her within the hour,
but my piano's here to stay.