Her eyes are kind her heart is warm She is a Rose, I am a Thorn We catch and ride the wild steed I’m so alive and she’s so free
In the gazebo we dance until dawn Our bodies lay naked out on the lawn Completely fulfilled and finally whole I have no intention of her letting go
Wheels are turning my heart is yearning A lust for life subconsciously burning I breathe too deep and the dream is lost I start the day with a secret thought
Perhaps she was fictional beyond conclusion A kaleidoscope of colors, a beautiful delusion If only to awake and find her near Instead I sleep and gasp for air...