- -the day of union still fresh
- -the love that became eroded
- -the loves still the same
- -i know because i wrote it
- -but im sure you don't
- -i never took the time and spoke it
- -instead of stroking your mind
- -well, i stroked IT
- -instead of opening mines
- -i closed it
- -just know that i knew my camera was out of focus
- -also know that it was the only camera i had
- -but now, my pictures are formed paint and canvas
- -no longer do i use my out of date camera
- -to paint and ambush
- -i now stand man enough to put paint to hand brush
- -and use real emotions to paint the detail my heart harbors
- -yet, i know my ship no longer sits at the dock
- -it sails calm waters, armored, and guarded from being sunk once
- -i no longer call, so no longer does the storm comes
- -i just return to that dock
- -my brush and canvas in stock
- -and paint what was
-true love happens once, loyalty happens often.
