We wear different lenses!

Of times and again
that he can't see
I see a match
that just can't be

he sees through the loop
he seeks for a deal
while I seek love
that can't just appeal

he sees through ambition
he sees the crisp voice
while I am all soft
around me is all noise

of times and again
he gets a good heart
well that exactly oh dear
will rip us apart

his vision is clear
his point to straight
while I wait for the doubts
& true love on a date

his check list is done
his duty fulfilled
he may marry a puppet
for feelings will be killed

Why do I hear none of what he says?
Why do my eyes don't see what he shows?
And why do I, still my dear, get prosperous every time?
Let the blinding be done.. and the glasses be worn
as all I see is red reprinting my greens..

Let the hue of red
that belongs to you instead
and the hack of black
that stays on your shack
come to me every night
and paint my greens till the morning light..

For that's when I wear your lenses!
For that's when I wear your lenses!