It’s pretty ironic, quite paradoxical
How I wake up in the morning and my thoughts just flock to you
Coincidentally I’m writing this
& incidentally you’re reading it.
Truthfully it’s about you
& how since I met you, you’re in everything I do
It’s slight deja-vu but still new
The perfect conversational dates
Spoiling you with foreplay of our fate
Not sure if we have souls or if it’s just a metaphor for our essence
Either way I can’t wait for our souls to mingle in your presence
Your lingering words left for me to assemble
I’m imagining my touch makes you tremble
Just stick around for what’s to come and it will all be so simple