It seems to be, so simply,
that I let all that you are, consume me.
For I indulge at the slightest touch,
and I yearn for the day,
but I'd **** for the night.
I let every trouble and worry, slip away.
Finding sweet serenity,
in a face, and mind, so eloquent.
Some days, I think I think too much.
and some days, I think I'm right.