Four-leaf Clovers

for every place that you’ve taken me that you never tried to
for every time that i couldn’t speak now i’ll tell the truth
for every moment i spent with you that you didn’t know
for every smile that i gave you that had no place to go
i see your face in my mind caressing four-leaf clovers soft and fine
i see your face all the time with lips like thornless roses and blood red wine
for everything that you gave to me that ever remained
for everything i will promise you that is not in vain
for all of the sonnets and poetry i wrote in your eyes
for every morningless sunrise and every moonlit sigh
i see your face in my mind caressing four-leaf clovers soft and fine
i see your face all the time with lips like thornless roses and blood red wine
i won’t ever give up although all that i was eclipsed the droning buzz of bees
in the flowers in the field of my dreams
i drink what’s in my cup but it’s never enough
nothing’s thick and precious as swallowing you
i see your face in my mind caressing four-leaf clovers soft and fine
i see your face all the time with lips like thornless roses and blood red wine
with lips like thornless roses and blood red wine