Why do you look so quaint
As you steal the night from me
The life slowly dies and loses heat
When I see the heart of light stir into silence
Soon I shall resume to waste my time
On your intelligent face
As I learn about your foolish pride
When you barely caress my skin
I want to drape your hair like linen
Over our dichotomy of physique and electric ethos
As I lay on the softness of your blanketed body
Which covers me in smooth folds
And flutters in the wind
I love the fools instead of wise men
But, you tell me that isn't love
It's your pride, instead
You're the best thing about love
If it broke my heart