Nights awake, I remain haunted
I've searched the underside of every asteroid, and even the darkside of the moon
The entirety of the vastness of the universe and still I find no clues

She, a fruit, and of every tree in the garden, only of her I choose
She, with her beauty, garners a million possible suitors but me she chose
I hold her heart in my hand, unwrap it softy and the inside glows
I squeeze it in the palm of my hand, sweet nectar flows
It's a golden caramel color and I, the first that knows
my insecurity is my nakedness, her love covers me like clothes
If I had a chance to hold the world in the palm of my hand
I would much rather hold her heart I suppose.