Mayhap I’ll tell you a story ’bout a boy and girl in love
They were wild, young and impulsive, but they grew and rose above
‘N just for fun, I’ll recite you a poem ’bout two hands with fingers entwined
Soft and supple innocence fading growing aged and withered with time
They never lost touch with what mattered, and (you know) they never quit
And when a sad finger did wander well, the others would pull it back in
Mayhap that’s a fairytale someone wants to live
Mayhap I’ll sing you a song about one life and two separate souls
Never better than when they’re together or at least that’s what they’re told
Or a sonnet with love as a topic passioned lips and freshly messed hair
A favorite routine edging on obscene works for them and there’s no time to spare
Morning kisses and afternoon whispers open hearts for the coming night
Hugs and back rubs and bubbles in the tub casting shadows in the candlelight
Mayhap that’s a fairytale someone might invite
Mayhap it’s more of a drama, Greek tragedy, suffering and all
Or mayhap that’s just the game, and you suffer the luck of the draw
Oh I know why you’d never settle for good enough when better awaits
And I know that you make me look easy, but I see the work that I take
Mayhap it’s a fairytale built on mistakes
I find the journey exciting but baby you are all I need
We’re a lot like the three musketeers minus one just you and me
Mayhap it’s the fairytale that was meant to be.