The viking I first saw was novel and rough My initial intention was to call his bluff. Underneath sparse layers was ***** fluff - not too clever. And I realized I allowed for a fruitless endeavor.
Boldness and charisma gave way to a love of precise procedure To be a puppet master was your real game Under the thinly-veiled guise of a burgeoning leader Your veneer cracked quickly when you found you could not ***** my flame
Quicksand beneath my feet, the whole place was never solid ground. To accept your charm just for me was a losing gamble. But it was not in your eyes that I was meant to be found. That was the time for both of us to ramble.
A novel flash I could not deny But was it you who truly caught my eye? Maybe I just wanted to dance with the city Your camera made me feel so pretty I wanted it to be you, I wished I could. But it was actually the bay and the moon and the streetlights I savored.
You saw me. You shared the wind with me. Let it whip through my hair, with you at the helm. You shone your light, sent me adrift out to sea. Later I would know you weren't letting me go. You were setting me free So I'd have more stories to tell.
Confident and rapt, you swept me into your spell Romantic endeavors unmatched, love unable to quell Dyed in the wool from a family of snow Perhaps my reflection was too faint in your eyes Because I was afraid to glow