In the inner workings of my mind
a cog has slipped.
Things are turning at odd times.

Fast then slow, then fast again.

Lubrication running out,
frustrations setting in.

Memories escape me.
While wild machinations
fill my head.

Life and Death,
Pleasure and Pain.

Wait, I feel the cog has slipped again.

Life and Pain,
Death and Pleasure,

Is that right,
or is it the other?

Maybe it's neither,

maybe the cog is just broken.

In the inner workings of my mind I am insane.

Shhhh...........

Don't tell anyone.

Inside the forestry of his heart I live
inhaling the scent of his deep woods
I could never fill those Timberlands boots
nor explain the thrill that he provides  
when he arrives at the grove of my soul
and whispers, "Darling, I love you "

softly cloaked and protected by his pine  
I am evergreen in moments like these
Existing in this charming jungle of love
I could never retrace my steps, for  
arriving in this place of no return
I feel as suitable as a thriving conifer  

Inside  this  evergreen existence, I just am  
breathing in the fragrance of his loyalty  
I feel like a woman in love, ...
After a lifetime of bending, to his will    
I am the wind that blows on his heart
when I get to him, I just breathe...