Is It Starting Again

as we touch the ocean your eyes fade into the blue your wet face drifts in complete harmoney your very soul floats before me like a wild spirit the wild wolfs are around you in the morning i will phone you i might have been lost i might still be ive never felt this way before im melting like a river i write this we are not lovers but i am no fool but i could just be a murl to your shiney blue eyes is the feeling mutral to feed one is to feed the other are you run by lust or must your so nice i have to tair you apart your so smart i have to say that i dont love you but if you were a flower i would be your honey bee but i will stick with you as i am made of glue i could just be a part time lover but a full time dad our stuff could off burned but i carry water i will always be yours as i get up in the morning and watch the sun go to rest x x