Middle English
As she sits down
Puts her finger on the dog-eared pages
Of middle-english verse and prose
The dog-ears know
Where she left off in her favorite poem
People don't love like they did back then
Before the invention of Juliette
When love wasn't just an epithet
In Shakespeare's head
Maybe we belong to a different time
When couples yearned and the couplets rhymed
I think we have something that they had
But they say it so much better than we can
Till turf her tower
Her flower
Will wilt on the pages
Of far gone ages
If I can hold the pedals in my hand
Do you think she'd understand
Love in a modern language?
It's hard for her to think that her favorite stories
Haven't been reprinted since the 1940's
What will it take to be her knight in shining armor
Sir Lancelot from Camelot
Put the book down and we'll go to bed
With images of Galahad in your head
Unlike the books that would die on your desk
My love for you goes on and on and on
Love ain't something you can dress up for a photograph
It's constantly falling in and out of style
It's standing there with its arms akimbo
Heaven and hell
And often limbo
Oh yeah
Writer/s: Spencer Hoffman, Mason Hoffman
