So cruel are you with you oh so decent exposure.
You know just how to tease me,
Please me...with your flesh,
But I must confess
That I obsess over youand I’m so confused
As to why the things you say and do
have me feeling really strange as if me and you…
Have become one.
You are my inspiration;
your words create my words
That I write down on this paper.
Like when I think of the colour of your eyes
Shining bright right through my heart.
Indeed I must be honest as the days speed right on past us
You’re my love, my fallen angel
Beautiful from every angle
And I feel as if there’s never enough time,
Or I constantly wonder if you’ll always be mine
Like the night when we decided to claim one another
It was official, and we were secret lovers,
thatwhispered sweet nothings in each other’s ear,
Saying all the things that we wanted to hear.
Sounding absolutely perfect so that these words correspond
with the rhythm of our hearts pounding up into out chests,
refusing to rest unless…this feeling subsides,
I'm sure this love won’t die.