My sweet Only
You are all I breathe
You are all my mind can see
All the waves that carry me
A swirling thrust of treachery
Engulfing all I know.
I wrinkle up
And close my eyes and
Hope to make some sense of
All the weather.
God knows I’ve found the object of my pleasure.
But I
Know there’s something else inside
A feeling I don’t recognize
An endless pulling
Overpowering
More than any passion that I’ve heard of.
I guess the name they’ve given it is
love.
I ask you
No I beg you please
You’ve bound my heart
You control me
You’ve got the one thing that I need
So don't drag it through dust and thorns
They say love hurts and they are never wrong.
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