The Last Time Rhyme 

I told myself I'd do this no more, 
to public rhyming I had closed the door. 
Then Oprah called and asked so nice, 
I took the pen and paper off ice, 
sat down for a second 'cause that's all I had, 
thought to myself, "Man, this is going to be bad." 
What's worse, our parents are out in the crowd, 
looking so sharp, sitting so proud, 
and it's Oprah, my God, the legend herself. 
Every woman on Earth holds--holds her top shelf, 
including my own, that why I'm here, 
not down at the bar, drinking a beer. 

Look at me, I'm rambling and said nothing at all 
but there is one thing I'd like to say to you all. 
This girl by my side, I love her to death. 
I've said it before, she's the voice of my breath. 
Through pleasure, through pain, the stars in the sky, 
she's every twinkle and tear in my eye. 
We will last, there's no doubt, 
no question--don't start-- 
'cause we hold each other so dear in our hearts. 
Friends and families all look 
and they see that really no explanation is necessary. 

The critics and cynics all call it a bluff. 
No explanation will ever be good enough. 
So we'll go on loving, living our life 
as boy and a girl soon to be husband and wife. 

I love you, baby. I hop you always know. 
And I will whether it be in the sunshine or snow. 

Thanks for listening to my jumbled-up rhyme. 
I promise that this really is the last time.