• You're the king of innuendos,
    The thorns of this rose,
    The fire burning through my past,
    The ashes that are left.
    You say I may run if I must,
    But this is more than temporary lust.

    I'm the glass in your paw,
    The petals that fall ,
    The security blanket you keep,
    The second chance you received.
    Stay, my love.
    Be the one chosen above.

    You're the guy held within my heart,
    The love like vines entangling me,
    The rush through my body,
    The new start.
    You say I may run if I must,
    But you are recovering my trust.

    We are two halves joined,
    The hands with fingers intertwined,
    The beautiful moments,
    The musician and the poet.

    gaia_angelleft emotion_bigheart gaia_angelright