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