Like a lovers quarrel
That never gets settled
Steam suppressed
It’s the lover’s bequest
Our fires entwine
Just like blood red wine
I am the panther and I wait
You are the flower
A gorgeous stake
Like a magnificent country
In your majestic garden
You are queen of this nation
I trust your decision
I don’t understand why
Still seems to bring a tear though
Sometimes to my eye
A breath is all it takes
Time ticks by
And I forget the mistakes
Your still not here
What would it take?
If there’s union
May our heads never hit the pillow
Without resolved words of love and hate
I think you’re beautiful
How about being my mate
12:23am 20/10/2007
- The Gift