Near You Always

please don't say I love you,
those words touch me much too deeply
and they make my core tremble
don't think you realize the effect you have over me
and please don't look at me like that
it just makes me want to make you near me always
please don't kiss me so sweet
it makes me crave a thousand kisses to follow
and please don't touch me like that
it makes ever other embrace seem pale and shallow
please don't come so close
it just makes me want to make you near me always

please don't bring me flowers
they only whisper the sweet things you'd say
and don't try to understand me
your hands already know to much anyway
it just makes me want to make you near me always

and when you look in my eyes
please know my heart is in your hands
it's nothing that I understand, but when in your arms
you have complete power over me
so be gentle if you please, 'cause
your hands are in my hair, but my heart is in your teeth
and it makes me want to make you near me always
I want to be near you always
I want to be near you always
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Painters

Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
watching the clouds roll by
they remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times long ago
when she used color carelessly, painted his portrait
a thousand times- or maybe just his smile-
and she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go
cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
a lovely world
oil streaked daisies covered the living room wall
he put water colored roses in her hair
he said, 'Love, I love you, I want to give you mountains, the sunshine, the sunset too
I want to give you everything as beautiful as you are to me'
cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
a lovely world

So they sat down and made a drawing of their love, an art to live by
they painted every passion, every home, created every beautiful child
in the winter they were weavers of warmth,
in summer they were carpenters of love
they thought blue prints were too sad so they made them yellow
cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
a lovely world

Until one day the rain fell as thick as black oil
and in her heart she knew something was wrong
She went running, screaming "No God" and she'd feared that he already had gone
She got to where he lay, water colored roses in his hands for her
she threw them down screaming, 'Damn you man, don't leave me
with nothing left behind but these cold paintings, these cold portraits to remind me'

He said, 'Love I leave, but only a little, try to understand
I put my soul in this live we created with these four hands
Love, I leave, but only a little, this world holds me still
my body may die now, but these paintings are real'

So many seasons came and many seasons went
and many times she saw her love's face watering the flowers
talking to the trees and singing to his children
and when the wind blew, she knew he was listening
and how he seemed to laugh along, and how he seem to hold her when she was crying
cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
a lovely world

Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
watching the clouds roll by, they remind her of her lover
how he left her and of times long ago, when she used to color carelessly
painted his portrait a thousand times, or maybe just his smile
and she and her canvas would follow him where ever he would go
yes, she and her canvas still follow
because they are painters and they are painting themselves
a lovely world
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