The Thing Is Poem by Kevin East

The thing is
Your ring is just a piece of metal
Let us wish upon this petal
And watch our flower grow.
You always wanted big shining cars
I was always happy with small shining stars.
The thing is
The spring is where i will be with you
Not in an opera queue
Or caught in the restaurant ''Zoo''
Just realise
To kiss your eyes sitting in the park
Or dancing in the dark
Is all i ever need
Your Prince upon a steed
I'm here to rescue you
To write our story in Xanadu.
The thing is
The zing is
A breeze that we can share
Your foot upon the stair
Moving through the fair.
Your laughter will ring in my soul
Our hopes that will cling as they roll
Are not about glitter and gold
Love remains when all that has been sold.
The thing is
It's showbiz
All things will pass away
I need you now today
The rest will fade to grey.