Our Language

I saw you were perfect and I loved you and I adored
Then I saw you weren’t perfect and I chose to love you more
I dream of you in colors that I’ve never seen before
And I sing to you in melody that damn sure this one’s yours
You’ll wear less than clothes
Put on something delicate
The only choice we make that no ones knows
To be just the same or do away with it
Make a chorus of our skin tone
There’s no words to sing along with it
And it’s our song that no one knows
And the world’s left to covet it
My love, my love, it is only yours, my dear
My love, my love, it is only yours, my dear