She's like a kind of fever,
that slowly captures every pulse.
Coursing through the body,
until she makes your heart combust.

Leaves you lying breathless,
under the shadow of the moon
She'll cling to every thought you own,
like ivy on an ancient ruin.

And when you think your free of her
she'll kiss you on the nape.
Her velvet glove will take your hand,
never to escape.

She's everything that ever was -
ever likely to be.
Like waves upon the ocean floor
the ones you're never gonna see.