My dad always wore Old spice after shave,
and forever it will be,
in my mind at least,
what a man should smell like.
You wore Old Spice aftershave
and you were,
in my mind at least,
everything a man should be like.
And we were caught in the rain
and you asked to have this dance,
so I held on tight
as we spun
and danced like children,
making messes of ourselves
and getting the oddest looks from people.
and all there was for me
was you
and the rain
and the smell of Old Spice.
In that moment I knew
yours were the only arms
I wanted to be held in
yous wre the only eyes
I wanted to gaze into
yours were the only lips
I wanted to kiss
forever.
And so I held on to you
and to the rain
and to the smell of Old Spice
I'm still holing on
and yours are still
the only arms
the only eyes
the only lips.
You are the only man
I've ever wanted
or will want.
Head over heels doestn't begin to explain
the love my heart holds for you.
And if you ever wonder
ever doubt that
just remember
Old Spice and Rain.

05/07/2003

Author's Note: This is unfortunately a totally fictional work. (well except the first two lines). Not about anyone or any real memories more so dreams and fantasies and after all isn't that what love is really all about?

Posted on 05/07/2003
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