I sit here silently under the moon on this lonesome old pier,
Wishing to hear the water as your whispers up in my ear,
Quiet tears knock fear from my heart as the year tore apart,
Now I want nothing but to touch you and be a part of your heart,
The start of something beautiful…Baby I know I can suit you,
Plentiful in my views of you and the ways of my love too,
The sky reminds me of your eyes behind new contact lenses,
But glasses fit your sight better…It’s all out of contention,
My love is commended but my hearts been left untended,
Offended at the use of resentment…Our minds left unblended…
Goodluck...