Her still state
Is gorgeously ornate
Makes me want to be her personal oblate
I hope my passion is never too soon or late
I want our wants and desires to equate
Your mental health being healthy
Your spirit being wealthy
And your body to be at a constant state of relaxation
Mine is always in a state of taxation
But you can be the difference
I can be your deference
And your protector
You make it so easy when you're an injector of emotions
What an intense devotion
I don't need those potions
Or those spells
She didn't do anything to lure me
I was already there
My heart is spare
Of emptiness
When she's present
You'd be my Christmas
Don't worry about buying me gifts
You already repair my rifts
That's enough by itself
You'll always be enough
By yourself