Though My Lips

Though my lips are known to stutter when I talk And my heart is known to flutter when I gawk For your love and love alone I would be great Just to reach you in my catatonic state Oh the fire burns and what am I to do On the kindle of a love I have for you There is heat that burns the emptiness inside On the sweet returns of happiness I glide I have tried to be the master of my fate But my dreams are running faster than my gait And my fantasies are counting way too much Though my ecstacies are mounting over such If my income and my outcome are well-matched And my savings and my cravings are attached There is nothing more that I could ask of you Than to love me for the way my sky is blue Though my feet are more precocious when I sprint And this heat of mine is shrinking to a glint And my sense of time is jelling to my state Still my tense of time is telling me to wait.