I saw you for the first time, no words.
Only locked eyes.
For a moment I felt our souls dancing together,
they had known each other for eternity,
But we had just met.

The Flame is dull
Calm hues of lilac and amaranth
Soon it will diminish
And fade into the west
Great voyages and hunters
Will seek it in distant lands
They desire it covetously
That they may reignite
The first city below
Little do they know
The flame is not what they think
And its forced return
Will doom them all
For the moon looms ever closer
It quivers and shakes
Eager to break apart
And rain down upon the earth

When I'm near my heart smiles
She lightens my mood
Controls my world
That's why I love her.

She's phenomenal
My one true love
I can't do without her
I gave her the keys to my heart
And she gave me hers.

Can I leave?
No, no, I can't
She owns me,
I own her.

Luckily, I happen to be rib-tickling someone
Reviving your rare smile as I fluster
Badly, I still happen to be specific someone
That you ponder over in closed quarters
Never paying dues for my undivided commitment
Astonishingly, I find delightful and pleasurable relief
That I am still your Someone
Someone you attribute as Specific...