Act 1 Scene 3
I'm no poet, but I just can't help it. You bring it out in me.
Love Letter for Your Blue Eyes
If I had a guitar, I’d play for you
My songs would be filled with pieces of you
Your pretty face,
Your short hair,
The contagious way you laugh,
And your tasty lips.
You were made for my songs
And all good pieces of you
Would be stolen by my songs
While the bad, sharp edges of you
Would remain with me
Because I love them all
I hate sappy love poetry. I really do. How I got suckered into this, I do not know.
Love Letter for Your Blue Eyes
If I had a guitar, I’d play for you
My songs would be filled with pieces of you
Your pretty face,
Your short hair,
The contagious way you laugh,
And your tasty lips.
You were made for my songs
And all good pieces of you
Would be stolen by my songs
While the bad, sharp edges of you
Would remain with me
Because I love them all
I hate sappy love poetry. I really do. How I got suckered into this, I do not know.