JUST ONE SMILE

Babe, you know I love you. But it seems that every move I make each step, and breath, and hour I wake just irk you don't deserve you Christ, woman! Halted at every turn you won't even let me serve you this want that turned to love, to need that rolls your eyes and makes me bleed oh, JUST ONE SMILE, one return of love, or friendship, something earned for all that I've poured out for you but in the end, I know it's true: I might talk until I'm blue, but I can't make you feel the way I do. Mark Burton 10/5/2006, 1:21 A.M.