Rudy Francisco - My favorite lyrics

I can't describe the sound of her voice The music in her lungs Or the rose pedals in her walk But I imagine that her words Are like fig leaves That dance to the sound of opinions that refuse to be silenced The conviction in her sentences Can make an ocean question beauty of its own waves I bet the stars spend hours in the mirror Getting pretty Putting on extra sparkle Hoping that she will notice them in the moonlight I imagine the morning gets jealous whenever she wakes up at noon I bet the knees of twilight buckle whenever she compliments a sunset I bet the streetlights shine a little bit brighter Simply because she is standing underneath them I bet the sidewalk plays a symphony Just to make sure that her feet have something to listen to in between steps I can't describe the sound of her voice The music in her hugs Or the rose pedals in her walk But I know I know that she is more than just another piece of land waiting to be claimed She is an acoustic guitar Waiting patiently for the hands that have been trained to hold her properly She is a wind chime inside of a culdesac And her skin is a melody That very few men will have the pleasure of hearing