Venus returns to my heart once again
Lovers before we had the chance to be friends
As the stars rip their holes in the open night sky
So you've ripped a hole in this poor faultless soul
I've heard of your hell, but I've lived in your heaven
Call me a breathing home for your poetic projections
Let me become your burden
Let me be all your songs
When you say that it's you
But I know that it's not
I'll nurture your being and await your return