I want to see the starry nights now hidden by the city lights.
And I want to see my lover’s shape
still hidden in her flair.
I want to see the morning sun before the day has yet begun.
And I want to see my lover’s nape
still hidden in her hair.
I want to be more than I already am and more than they thought I could be.
I want to be more than I thought that I could and more than they thought they would see.
I want to taste the lust of life and taste the love that is my wife.
And I want to taste my lover’s yin
still hidden in her head.
I want to taste the life of lust submission that will come with trust.
And I want to taste my lover’s sin
still hidden in her bed.
I want to be more than I already am and more than I thought I could be.
I want to be more than I thought that I could and more than I thought I would see.
I want to see the gothic flair cathedrals reaching to the air.
And I want to see my lover’s fate
still hidden in her layers.
I want to see decadent views of all the thirst I see in you.
And I want to see my lover’s hate
still hidden in her prayers.
I want to be more than I already am and more than you thought I could be.
I want to be more than I thought that I could and more than you thought you would see.
I want to speak the poet’s words of long lost love and the absurd.
And I want to speak my lover’s need
still hidden in her tears.
I want to speak language of love, language of lust, language of doves.
And I want to speak my lover’s greed
still hidden in her fears.
I want to be more than I already am and more than we thought I could be.
I want to be more than I thought that I could and more than we thought we would see.
