I guess I cling a little tighter because everything that has ever meant the most to me has suddenly dissapeared
and I'm sorry if i'm always around, making my presence known
but I'd rather keep reminding you
that I'm here, waiting, watching and wanting to be adored every second

I'm sorry if it's too much
but all I want is to be held

may my love for you be
wild,
like stallions on prairies, not like
stars
that fade away in time
but may it be
fire,
a dancing flame that never burns
out.