Please don't mase my face

I'll probably change the tittle. As a warning I suck at rhyming.

Please don't mase my face


You've displaced my love for your face
And I ain't even hit the base
My love comes from above my waste
Cuz that love is like a dove flying high above

Please embrace my love with open hands
I'll bring the bands
Cuz we'll have fans
When we trade wedding bands
As those birds fly high above
The lie of my lust
Ain't easy to bust
Because the lie ain't nothing but a tie that binds me to your love

When our love from above makes you smile
I'd run more then a mile
To see that smile
I'll jump over ruts
And heal deep cuts
Cuz we'll find a way to deal
No ands ifs or buts

Love is like a dove
Flying high above
Just out of reach
Like a good peach
When we're on that beach
With the sand in-between our toes
But we never know what our future hold

Bold are these hands
Clapping from the stands
As I renounce those fabulous wedding bands
We know it's all bad
It's kinda sad
That we'll never hold hands

With beer we'll hear cheers
"Hip hip harry she's only half gay!"
Heres where I say
"Aint no way bay bay
I'll smell you later
When you ain't a hater"?
Because you killed my dove of love
So as a fan I'll leave the stand
With no more hi's or good byes

I may have fallen for the wrong season
Or maybe the reason isn't the season
But rather the reason Autumn is the season
The leaves flow down below
Leaving beautiful things bare
So with no hair
I say fare well