She draws closely.
Her nostrils flare; she senses me.
Too late to evade,
She's on the prowl, hunting me.

I convey a little interest,
and then a little lie,
in hopes to divert her current opinion;
to convince her of some other project to drink from.

While conversing, she made two good points before
and for a time, I did adore
her night-life sins,
like the antithesis
of her pale white skin.

One part yang, the other part yin.
Her total package perfectly zen.

Run to the top of the mountain , you will do this for me?
It's time to scream at the sun .
Glory is able to work
my face in small rivers .
I will worship this perfect sky .
Breathing, I am alive .
Why do you keep still ?
Here you are with me , that's what I do .
Bring you to the other side of the mountain ,
where the sun will always shine .
This can be good. This may be mature .
To look at the moon and stars only .
But this side of the mountain will make you grow tall .
This side of the mountain has beautiful flowers.
Run to the top of the mountain , you will do this for me?
It is close to the end of the day .
It is time for shouting at the stars.
Tell them to calm their loud twinkling.
We want to sleep in the sunshine , we are drunk on love.
Take me , breathe with me , look at my eyes when sunlight pours into them.
The sun will burn me in the fire , so that we use our bodies as if they were flint .
Adoration of heaven .
Glory is able to race down the mountain .
Glory waves freshly plucked flower, yelling to me:
We are alive .

Is this love? This contradicting bliss?
This feeling of being stepped on and having no one to help with this?
How do I stay happy?
Why am I still content,
Having someone to love and someone to resent?
Is this love? Is this love?
Why'd this happen to me?
Is this love? Is this love?
I'd rather not know
This is love that's been holding me.

I'll stay in your life
As long as you let me.
It's not what I imagined,
But it's better than nothing.
I'm content with my life as down as it gets.
I'm happy for you, you can say it's a safe bet.