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Be With Me Valentine
Troubled I scream into the night like the light of the moon
And it’s thousands of lonely craters, “why lonely you say?”
My heart would pound out a thousand dreams, yet all lonely
Into the night I scream again for a companion, only to be absorbed in dire insignificance
I feel as though my bow has broke and my cradle has fallen
And there is no one who will join me in a thousand dreams of pleasure
Except you, whose eyes burn in my soul like two mad men vexed with desire
Your presence to me worth a thousand craters on a thousand moons and I would still be in
debt
Your velvet hair, bond behind your ears in a way that makes me feel, naughty
Your violent curves, squeezed into a low-cut dress would cause more cars wrecks than there
are cars
Your perfect face. . . is the most profound thing I have ever seem
Every time I capture your sight these things drive me to insanity
Put these petty thoughts of inhibition aside, you are more powerful than they, you are power
Come, be with me on a thousand days of love, and a thousand nights of pleasure
Be with me tonight in the madness of my love and desire
Go ahead, be my valentine
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