If your embrace was a dungeon I woud
Use up the final seconds of my freedom
Walking right into your arms and never appeal my detention
If your stare was an arrow, I'd die with a thousand arrows in my eyes
If your voice was acid, many would call it suicide
For regardless of its corrosion I'd burn trying to drink it
If your words were grenades, I'd be blown closing in to have you whisper
If holding hands with you was condemned, I'd still do it behind bars
If missing you wounded me, I'd be dotted with everlasting wounds and scars
If falling for you was the epitome of failure, who would want to prosper?
If your fragrance was fatal, the world would die
By your knees attempting to savor at the most beautiful
Of flowers among the providence of nature
If you were an Angel, you would be a reason for commotion in paradise
If your kisses were a poison, I'd spend my very
Last breath with mine locked with a tenderness to your lips
If hearts could physically be owned, yours would be mine for keeps
There's nobody else in the universe I'd rather woo
For it is my belief if perfection were existent it would be a thing close to you
If you were not human, you would be a butterfly, beautiful
And I would fall each time you flutter by, I would be beauty fool
