I flow through you
inside and out of you
filling my cup with the
totality of your passion
through the wishing well
of devotion
I am captured.
Flying as if I was made
of airplane metal
My
song is your name and
my dream is your hand
holding mine, an echo
of my love for you
I flow inside and out of
your silence
around and about your
words
Every song I hear
somehow is a vision
of you
Intoxicated
I feel as if every
wine bottle on the planet
has filled me
I am full
no room for anyone else
no desire to be with
any other woman
I flow through you
inside and out of you
and in very way
you surround me
Mar 5, 2011
Mar 5, 2011 at 11:38 AM UTC
I flow through you
inside and out of you
filling my cup with the
totality of your passion
through the wishing well
of devotion
I am captured.
Flying as if I was made
of airplane metal
My
song is your name and
my dream is your hand
holding mine, an echo
of my love for you
I flow inside and out of
your silence
around and about your
words
Every song I hear
somehow is a vision
of you
Intoxicated
I feel as if every
wine bottle on the planet
has filled me
I am full
no room for anyone else
no desire to be with
any other woman
I flow through you
inside and out of you
and in very way
you surround me