What is it that I love in you,
that feeds desire and fills up belief,
that sits behind your eyes so sharp, so true
and lends me these full feelings of a thief?
I look at you and can’t find a why
nor even a what, my reason’s gone to sea.
You like the weather rule my sky
and paint it such colors so carefree!
But yet you let night fall, distance grows
questions bloom and my head a top spins
until it surrenders to its weight and slows
and then quietly just sits beyond its sins
bleeding all colors in search of you
a what to know,
to say I loved and from this slavery
have something to show.
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