Blank Pages
I’mstaring at this mountain of blank pages
Wonderingjust what I should do.
MaybeI could write a brand new love song
Anddedicate my heart and soul to you.
Wordsshould fall right out of the heavens,
Inkshould flow onto the empty lines,
Butno words I can think of do you justice.
Idon’t know what to write to make you mine.
Youdon’t need to worry ‘bout a love song.
Actionsspeak much louder anyway.
Imay keep on staring at blank pages,
ButI’ll show you that I love you every day.
Imay not have the gift of gab to tell you,
Maynot be the man of letters you desire,
Can’tput the words together that will show you
Howjust the thought of you can start my fire.
Imay not have a vast vocabulary,
AndI don’t have a muse to stir my soul,
Andeven though the pages
Maynot have an ink stain on them
Mylove for you is made of purest gold.
Youdon’t need to worry ‘bout a love song.
Actionsspeak much louder anyway.
Imay keep on staring at blank pages,
ButI’ll show you that I love you every day.
