There’s Something - Zach Reneau
There’s something in her eyes,
Those minute pools of brown;
There has to be, for look at them,
And your life’s turned upside down.
There’s something in her hair,
Her soot-colored locks of steel,
She says that they are only there
For my clumsy hands to feel.
There’s something in her lips,
That no mortal man should touch;
I feel so unworthy
When against my own they brush,
There’s something in her hands,
The ones I dare to grasp;
And every waking moment I pray
That this touch won’t be the last.
There’s something in her feet,
Under which hearts have been crushed.
I say “I won’t be next, my dear.”
She says “I know this much.”