The noble may be naughty, when the moon is shown intensely
For a woman is like life, and I crave her soul immensely
Longing to be captivated by visionary delights
For her to be my tender reveries on ever restless nights    
Imagining ****** moments with her until they disappear
Thoughts of looking into her eyes wishing she were near
Exploring her minds desires and the fears, she holds inside
To the breaking of her defenses, releasing emotional tides
Of happiness and elation at the beauty of it all
Even forcing me to level, my emotional wall
Still I always sense destruction, just off the new horizon
Like two, unsteady chemicals, exploding from within
Yet I cannot step away from the bursting of my heart
But to spend time with her, I would risk being blown apart.