Shine On

I might get a little moon eyed,
star struck from time to time.
I might even get all poetic,
and write love letters,
like a nursery rhyme.

I've been known to get a little tounge tied,
or stick my foot ankle deep in my mouth.
When I meet a pretty lady,
from the East, West, North, or South.

Most always I rein in,
this lover's heart of mine.
While the taste of love and kisses,
are still fresh in my mind.

But sometimes love kicks me like a mule,
and I wake up in the middle of next week,
feeling like a fool.

Sometimes,
when she puts a tender hand upon my face,
I'll bet my last dollar,
on a three legged dog in a race.

And I can't tame her,
I've failed,
like every other fool that's ever tried.
Since I can't live without love,
I'll just take her in stride.

Love will always be welcome,
in this old foolish heart of mine.
Because at the stroke of midnight,
it will be the only thing to shine.