I want to write you a love song

I want to write us a love song

where i frame you in a border that makes you regal

I want people to feel like you are as amazing as I used to think you were

but I am afraid that I can't  do that just yet

because I tend to be moonstruck and blind about you

Perhaps I could lie to my paper via my pen

make you into a dream come true

Sure, I suppose I could  cast you in bronze

But I am afraid that would be in vain 

because I know that under it all you are common and bruised

Who cares anyway?

Maybe this world has read enough angst and rage

Truth be told, i'ts me who cares and some days I can't write anything glorious about you.

But I am trying 

with all my might 

to put it all to rest and write us a perfect love song tonight