On days like today I go a bit overboard.
I love like I’m losing it, I’m kinda lovestoned.
You asked for a letter, I gave you a book instead.
Called you in the morning, you didn’t pick up, got your sweet old lady instead.
Thirty pages dedicated to you, there’s more to come, but I had to cut it off somewhere so I could go to bed before I lost my head.
You are so beautiful, can’t you see it on days like this.
Thought about taking you out & lavishing you, then words like broke came to mind.
So I put pen to paper instead of spending paper on Hallmark moments because I want this moment to mean something.
I hope you get this message.
I hope you feel something.
I hope.
Someone got a peek at one of the pages; cried me a river and asked me where the ring was at.
I told her that was just the dedication, she froze and finally said, “There’s more to that!?”
I nodded, showed her one poem & let her watch me write the last page.
She looked at me and said “She’s yours.”
Now I don’t know if you’re a crier like she was, but I hope each page gives you something to feel.
I went from sweet to a fever-pitch, ran the gambit on everything.
I only that it will be enough.
Will it ever be enough?
I fought with Cupid till we were at a standstill.
He shot me and said that I deserved it.
I think he slapped me with V.D., not with vampires or diseases, but days like today about love & loving it.
So I laid my weapon down & closed the book.
This pen’s out of ammo now, and I don’t know what to do with it.
On days like today I go a bit overboard.
I love like I’m losing it, I’m kinda lovestoned.
You asked for a letter, I gave you a book instead.
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