If I do a three sixty,
fall for,
will you fix me?
As I turn to hold on
will you mend me?

I long to know this.
Will your kiss taste like stardust,and
your touch,
will you feel like a sandstorm that
ravages,savages,to
gently massage my face?

As I do a three sixty,I
wonder why
love has chosen to melt
what was frozen,
defrost
what was once lost,

With your hair tossed in windshift
it lifts me to see you,and are
these dreams just a preview of what is
to come?