hell yeah, Shakespeare syllable

Your hands are strong, yet gentle and sincere
Your eyes are blue and that’s cliché as hell
You smell like home and even though I’m here
You make me wanna go away so well.

I love the way you speak but when you don’t
It doesn’t make much difference at all
You like the sassy redhead Amy Pond
I like her husband – he’s thin and tall.

And you can do amazing, silly things
With face of yours – it’s beautiful and young.
But when you gonna be, like, eighty six,
I will still feel like we have just begun.

And I will never ask of you to stay
You don’t know how to stop – oh, well, okay.