It's hard to think of metaphors
about you, I've written so much my pen
Is probably tired of describing you
But I'll do it anyway.
Moving along, you're like an acoustic guitar with nylon strings
I know it seems far fetched but yes, it makes sense
I said guitar because I wish I could strum away any pain you have, playing both notes and chords barred
I'd use my fingers to compose on your body the sweetest melody
Your voice melts me like butter, soft yet fiery
Passionate and at the same time gently
Caressing my heart with the words that gently fall from your lips...