I have hid on the shoulders of giants and stolen from the pockets of dead and long forgotten gods
I have swam between echoes and mermaids trapped in tears of yesteryears to steal the key that could have set them free
Only to melt it down and make a silver thread to tie and bind my secret truths to the spine of a book of lies
but I fall apart under the endless ocean blues of your eyes reflecting the stary night of Vincents madness and the soft curve of your gentle smile and the sin of seduction comes from nothing more than the exposed skin of your shoulder and I may never know the touch of your hands but the flames of desire will burn in the furnace you've placed in my soul and love will dance in the fire that spells out your name on the walls of my heart and nothing I've known of beauty was ever as beautiful as you