Love Song

I picked my pen to capture my emotions
And expressed it in unfettered freedom

Maybe Lacan was right about objet petit A
But baby with you, the whole world I have

The words might just fail but anyhow

I strained myself to write a love song
And tried to pour my heart inside
But even literature couldn’t be enough
To show you what you mean to me now

Your love is all there is and was
And the rest is rust and stardust

Maybe Juliet was the fair sun to Romeo
But did his love make him whole?

I might be rambling but anyhow

I strained myself to write a love song
And tried to pour my heart inside
But even literature couldn’t be enough
To show you what you mean to me now

Not all the ones who wander are lost
But baby I am lost in your eyes

Maybe Byron’s girl walks in beauty
But you’re my true beauty’s meaning

The truth might be relative but anyhow

I strained myself to write a love song
And tried to pour my heart inside
But even literature couldn’t be enough
To show you what you mean to me now