Poetic Justice

Talk about "POETIC JUSTICE"
I look into my inner mystery
The part of me
no one else can see.

With the fire in my eyes
as my heart sighs
while telling no lies
I look into my eyes

Thoughts swarm around inside of me
like a swarm of honey bees
Dropping to my knees
and saying Pretty Please

But love don't make love anymore
I make love
Like living in a fairy tale
I love instead of shove

Love is often confused
in a zone of it's own
The bruised heart recorded
the sudden shock of it's impact, shown

Sorry I spoke, not of lost romance
but of hurt and pain
But love by nature
extracts pain
and drives us all insane

How can you be in love
if you know nothing about it
For me, give me your hand
and see the perfect fit

Just.........
Give me your hand