words escape your lips,
breathy and sweet,
a heartfelt tale,
verbatim of the purest of prose.

they are beautiful, my dear,
a string of pretty little things
to form a line so sugary sweet;
a voice like honey to make it all better,
unique to you and only you,
my fair magnifique.

i can see it in your eyes,
the pain you try so hard to hide,
glaring through your icy blues,
vast and deep as the oceans, true.

they are beautiful, my dear,
the windows to your soul.

i am but a coordinate away from the depths of your heart,
though i’ve been lost out at sea from the very start,
deep into thine eyes of misery and mystic mystery.

your body moves in fluid motion,
a certain grace that only you can attain.
it is beautiful, my dear, the way your ringlets fall to frame your face,
your hand goes to move them out of place and reveals the angelic sight of such a lovely face.

you’ve the face of a goddess, did you know that, my dear?
only if you’d let me, i’d make it all you’d ever hear.
would you let me, dear? do i have that honor?
can i draw you near, can i hold you tight?
can i lay with you on this cold winter night?

would you love me, dear?
would you crave me like i crave you?
do you’ve any idea how badly i need you?

your words and your beauty, your scars and mine too,
they’d paint a picture quite dreary, quite sad, quite blue.

two souls lost on a quest for solace,
each trying hard just to bite the bullet.

do i have you, are you mine yet?
do you know what it’s like dear,
to writhe in such pain?

do you know of these wonders,
the extent of my brain?
i am crazy, darling, can’t you see?
i’m driven mad by what you’ve done to me.

your words and your beauty,
your scars and mine too,
a melody made for both me and you.

can you hear that, is it clear?
my voice calls for you, are you near?
please answer, my dear, for i can only shout for so long.

our melody fades back to black and blue,
a tune drowned like cities in tropical rain.

and i’ll still play our song,
every evening by the moon.
my eyes will lift and my voice will rise,
singing and singing of those beautiful eyes.

tell me, do you crave me like i crave you?

but you won’t sing for me, dear,
no calls to want me near.

but you won’t sing for me, dear,
full of fears for what might be near.

but you won’t sing for me, dear, isn’t that true?

you won’t sing for me, dear. will you?