You want to love me, I know you do.
You want to express Eros to m, that you could.
But your love isn't inch deep in me, coz I only respond to my kind of loving.

To the sun you wish to take me,
But an a night kind of a guy,
To the festival you want to have me,
But a cave kinda person.
Your love generously given, but my thirst only my kind of love can reach.

Clothes you kinda buy me, but wind I love to feel on my skin. Shoes and trinkets you provide but grey is my colour.
To ensure your heart cease from hurts, am giving your the manual to my love, my kind of love.