She needs to be held and told that her beauty will never age
its these feelings I have for her,
the one with just her and I on a stage

We play our scenes like fire and water, lost in rhetorical beauty
burning, brushing bodies held tightly so much that its confusing
the water cools down, but our hearts still fast, still steaming

At night, in my bed she keeps me dreaming
I would sleep forever to stop her from leaving
its this passion, it keeps me from reality yet believing

On the edge of a mountain whilst it rains
I hold her tightly, kissing her lips then saying her name
the biggest thrill is trust on the cliff, thats enough for the insane

While she sleeps I write "I love you," on her forehead
as the sun shines through the blinds, her eyes open and she says,
"You too, I'll make you write it again and again..."

In the darkest time of her life, I'll walk up behind her
grabbing her hand and saying its better than okay
no cloud is darker than a dark gray.

Even when shes broken like glass
I tell her to look, reflections are much clearer than shattered pasts
I'm here now, ready for the beginning - a clearer start

She is my touch, my blueprint of sense
she is sensual and I love her presence
she is mine, a sensational brilliance...