I can't stop thinking of you.
You're a trespasser in my mind and I don't want to send you away.
Your eyes are light, they are mine when the light shines upon them.
Your lips are experienced, it taught mine to treasure the time.
Your tongue is out of sync, but it still found a way to connect with mine.
Your eyes see me, but our souls don't want to align.
---I want to feel your lips again J.M