A Poets cup is full, once in a while the soul speaks,
or is it every time.
My dear, what can I do to loose myself in your wings,
how can I find myself in the elysium of your essence,
do you have a glance, once in a while, do you drift like I do. Oh my dear.
How I fight myself in moments of uncertainty, wanting to drink the nectar of your being, that fills me up and drifts me to the rapture, in just one breath I so long and want to inhale you.
I find myself intertwined in your embrace, I loose myself,
no longer am I, on your wings I fly, for just a moment, a moment my dear,
where is eternity?
Is it up to me to find that simple answer to all the questions I seek, so dear to my heart, your touch burns my paper to crisp, unfolding the secrets in the ashes.
I can't find the cure, you are all the worlds I have dreamed of, please forgive me for my weakness, I try so hard to fight all the emptiness that has settled around my heart,
I bring you with me into the other side of myself that I am not so proud of, all my life it is love I have searched for, and you are all that and more,
how can the simplicity in me cause so much despair, do I not understand my own heart, my dear.
Help me to see, see the way you do, see what is beyond what I so hard find to understand, help me see through your eyes,
My dear.