Love

Why must you touch me 
That’s what you always say 
As I try to get hold of you 
Each and every day 
Don’t be mad, my love, I beg you 
Please give me time to explain 
 
Is it wrong to touch the Venus DeMilo 
As she sits museum bound 
To caress her sculpted curves 
Before the guards will come around 
Or to trace Mona Lisa’s lines 
Painted by DaVinci’s loving hand 
The answer is yes, it’s easy, 
I sure do understand 
 
But as you stand before me 
Visage upon the stairs up high 
Like a living angel 
Floating gracefully in the sky 
I remember every embrace 
And the way it gets me high 
You, are the drug I’m on 
I’m addicted to you, that’s why