He was standing in the stream
an elk enjoying refreshment
or standing by the stream
that's when I began to feel.
His woman was on drugs back then
and I watched for years and years
the first words he ever spoke to me
tiny diamonds, fragile tears.
Fawns came to play in the meadow
and we frolicked in days of youth
then the flames of passion grew higher and higher
anticipation in the liquid, gold pools of truth
melting away our defenses
the years of neglect and abuse.
and what rare gifts did we bring?
I don't care if she's prettier than I
or for her iambic pentameter
I don't care if she has crystal, clear blue eyes,
and in truth, I never want to meet her.
The Madonna, Oh so lovely ~
and a worm, such as I.
I care about the love we shared
and every word you speak
I care for the flame that still burns in my heart,
passionately ever onward, rarely mild, rarely meek,
but still, to be honored.
We burn like fire melting away ice
flaming brightly, somewhere in the night.
I have a heart which opens to you
and only you will know me from the inside out.
Open your heart to the heart of me
share in this flame of love.
Warming away the years of ice
as ice cold walls melt down,
come to me now, show your face,
come to me.
Forget about the world outside our hearts
and just be loving to me (love ME)
My hand in your hand reaches for the stars
and holds sweetly to all you've given me
such love.... such love...
holding to every breath you take
holding to hope
that love awakes.