Oh to love you,
It was the idea of happiness, of warmth, of comfort
That drew me in like a moth to a flame,
But you, you are a vision,
And I love the idea of you.
And your pure perfection demands my gaze,
And my heart goes wild in its cage,
And your eyes arrest my soul,
Those eyes, I swear the entire universe is in them,
And time stops as I drink you in.
I tried to create a symphony in your honor,
But no timbre was rich enough, no sound was sweet,
And I was not worthy enough a composer,
So I let you exhale the song of your life,
And I just simply breathed it in.
But she has you captive,
And she is your religion,
And you are devout in your faith,
And to her I am a snake in the garden,
But when it comes to you, I am weak.
I offer you not fruit but wine
So that I may think of your lips with each taste,
And with each sip, I drink you with my eyes,
Oh have mercy fair Adonis,
As I imagine a sweet kiss upon thy lips.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 11:51 PM UTC
Oh to love you,
It was the idea of happiness, of warmth, of comfort
That drew me in like a moth to a flame,
But you, you are a vision,
And I love the idea of you.
And your pure perfection demands my gaze,
And my heart goes wild in its cage,
And your eyes arrest my soul,
Those eyes, I swear the entire universe is in them,
And time stops as I drink you in.
I tried to create a symphony in your honor,
But no timbre was rich enough, no sound was sweet,
And I was not worthy enough a composer,
So I let you exhale the song of your life,
And I just simply breathed it in.
But she has you captive,
And she is your religion,
And you are devout in your faith,
And to her I am a snake in the garden,
But when it comes to you, I am weak.
I offer you not fruit but wine
So that I may think of your lips with each taste,
And with each sip, I drink you with my eyes,
Oh have mercy fair Adonis,
As I imagine a sweet kiss upon thy lips.
