SweeTie, can I trouble you for just a second? Now when I say a second, I truly mean; forever. I want to trouble your heart, stir up your soul. Can I do it… everyday, how about for a thousand years? Okay, okay; that’s pretty presumptuous of me, lets just make it forever? Now I must warn you, I AM… a handful; Two… to be exact. My heart is complicated. It requires a true understanding; Upper case, lower case? Now, I’m not asking you to figure out my heart? Many have tried, but they just ended up getting frustrated; they just didn’t get me. You know the positioning of my heart, it’s a heart forever shifted. Others thought they could just put my heart into a box, and just write me off… as done. Square peg, round hole; doesn’t even apply. To know my heart, you have to think outside the box!
Now girl, I must confess; I’ve been called Trouble, Capital. Maybe once or twice, okay; maybe a couple of hundred times. Woman, please don’t ever let that trouble you. If that kind of talking, totally shifts the narrative; “you can’t take a funny man seriously.” That’s a case of another T, Talking points. Control, ALT, Del; whatever others say about me. Girl, I just want to see you smile; with my humorous expressions. It’s never just tongue and cheek, whenever I say; I Will Love You Forever. I know that my kind of love, is rubbing off on you. Your love has become Big Trouble, for my heart. Your love is TOUCHING, SHIFTING; MOVING. The LOVE felt, yeah; ALL CAPS. If a sticky key seems a bit dirty? Let the compressed air… exhale. Let every breath of your love, blow my mind!
Wait, hold up, backspace. This part needs to be Underscored, This_Love_Is_Forever! Girl, please don’t worry; about how much trouble you’ve gotten yourself into? You had your chance to Escape, but it seems the Control… button; didn’t work. Case closed, this love; has a hold on your heart. Fill my heart with your charm, it’s sure to be a case of love itiss; and I would never try to fight it. I know I can be a jokester, a prankster; a funny man. But at the end of the day, my heart will surely be no trouble. Your love has helped, to turn a once troubled heart; into a lower case t (thankful_from the bottom of my heart). This is not a mistake… n identity, I know who I am. When we met, I was young, maybe a bit naive; and you were, My Sweet Sixteen!
Woman, when you agreed to marry, you surely must have known; I was going to be a handful, “a.k.e Trouble?” Baby love, you must have known, my kind of love; was spelt with an Upper case T? No need to call me a fool, I’m not that mister T. But you can surely pity this fool, who’s still in love with you. The smartest thing I ever did, was marrying you; and promise you forever. You were never a fool, to ever say yes. Don’t ever let this love, be about the case of the T. Whether lower case, or if sometimes stuck too long; in the Upper case. My only intention, to be the endless trouble for your heart; how about forever? If my words, ever cut deep. Big Trouble, for my heart; knowing that I forgot, to remove the Cap Lock. Why I forever choose, to think before my heart speaks. I don’t want a lowercase word, to become a case of concern; for your heart. Go ahead, call me TROUBLE; all caps, full stop. I may tend to put tongue in cheek, but all joking aside. May, the Case of the T; truly mean TOGETHER, Forever!