(your eyes are like
the meadow blades,
just one look,
a stroke with an idle hand,
gives my heart her pounding,
has blood running from the cuts wide open.)

it's a tender delirium;
when you sway
to the beat of your rhythm
when you pass my way.
cause even after all this time,
my feelings have never waned,
i still want to make you mine,
​even though its the otherwise i've feigned.
so tell me how do i make known
of this love i found
cause you've already had me dethroned
and ready to drown.