Love me like a fragile flower
Teach me to fly with you, my dear
Now you can seal my trembling lips
Come, wrap your arms around my hips

Love all of me even my scars
Oh, make me see the moon, the stars
Come, feel the warmth of my soft touch
Fall unto me, I'm here to catch

Love me from day until the night
Steal my breath and even my sight
Suspend the time, I need a pause
Don't ask me why, love is the cause

I am all yours, come, love me, dear
I need you now, isn't it clear?
Stay with me and make me feel
This time is ours, this love is real*.

Life, itself,
is the finest
of all the Arts.

All the others
simply enrich
this cosmic and
ephimeral Art
of Life, itself.

Make no rash mistake;
that is not to belittle any;
but, rather is it intended
to show due reverance
to each and every last one.

All Art is Sacred.