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.