You're telling me this

Is true love. We're like a comedy of errors,

Shuffling and tripping and stumbling

In between paper sheets, where we kiss

When no one's looking. We can do better

Than this. We could be great.

Let's reinvent the stage, let's make it real

And charge two thousand copper coins

For balcony seats.

We need finer threads and proper cloth,

We need wide windows and wider eyes.

I want everyone

To see this, to see you, trailing your hands

Across my back and inching towards my face.

And to see me, to see me

Smile back, and bring you closer.

Then, we can tell them it's over.

sorry-boss-no-show. comeback tomorrow.

I'm telling you that

Is true love.