*** is nice I guess and all
But show me more about your soul
How do you think, what makes you laugh
In winter how you tie your scarf

Show me what you look like dreaming
When you're crying, when you're being
Angry with yourself for actions
Taken from impulsive passions

Show me what you do believe in
Tell me how you go through grieving
Tell me the things that make you rage
Or what you see when a new page
Is turned on the book you're reading

*** jokes are good fun and all
And lust is something that we share
But I would love to also stroll
Through the park and see the wave
That baby ducks make on the lake
As they swim towards the call
Of their mother

There's something that I'm looking for
In your mind so show me more
Than a **** joke, ***** or ***
Attraction is much more complex
Than that, and my love is way too hot
A commodity to share like that
With everybody,
I wish that I could sometimes
But I loved truly in the rhymes
Of what now I call the past,
And my heart learned if it's to last
Something then it should be real
Otherwise it will dissapear
With my hairline and your curves
And with time we'll find it hurts
For the wrong reasons completely
I hold a bigger hope for me,
So come, be free, and let us be,
Whatever happens, we will see.
But what matters some more to me
It's real authenticity, that creates intimacy,

If nature wishes, it will be.
_M.