Can’t Compare Your Love

Bombs or missles shooting in the air just can’t compare

by j. brotherlove

Wednesday. Hump Day. The perfect day for a lovesong:

Can’t compare your love
To spaceships and moontrips
Bombs or missles shooting
In the air just can’t compare

The stars are his eyes
He holds the universe in the palm of his hand
the galaxy’s his heart
And the space in his mind I occupy it all the time

You see the twilight’s just a night light
Try to understand outter limits just thge place he begins
The earth is a footstool and the ocean’s just a pool
And the space in my myn he occupies it all the time

— “Can’t Compare Your Love”
Pru

What a lovely tune!