louis rams (09/13/1943 / new york city)

For her love- I would climb the highest mountain
Or swim the deepest sea.
Just to know that she’s in love with me.
I would pull the stars from the sky
And put them in her hand.
Because of my love I know I can.

To feel her soft gentle kiss
And taste the sweet nectar
That I miss.
The gentleness of her
voice when I am in despair.
Just shows me how much she really cares.

To have her embrace me and to feel
Her supple breast upon my chest.
And to feel the warmth in that embrace
Leaving me without the will
To continue to fight
This is my story, this is my plight.

Just like a newborn child in the
Arms of its mother
Give me your love
Let me smother.