He walks all the way
On busy and lonely roads to reach her
As he passes by her house
He looks up once
wishing he could see her through the window sill
at least her silhouette formed behind the window curtain
and she pulls her tender hair strands falling in front of her lovely deep eyes
where lay secrets deeper and darker than the mysterious sea
and tucks them behind her ears

but in real life, the illusions are shattered
The Young Man, he sees nothing but a closed window
he goes back walking home silently in dismay

but the yearning desire to see her for one more time never dies within
So, he looks back once again.

There is always hope that lies inside of him
burning like a fire that never goes out, the eternal flame
such is the kind of love he has towards her
which makes him walk all over again to her
every single day, longing to see her for one last time.

Left without his mystical sound,
I finally see my drowning crown

She spends her day wondering if I wonder about her.
And I do...
How my mind wanders all day back to her,
How her body wraps around mine when I cuddle her in bed,
How elegantly she walks;
How gorgeous she is when she stops stopping herself.
How she looks when she walks out of the bedroom in the morning.
How shy she looks when she wants affection,
How furious she is when someone is being wronged,
How sweet her kisses are when she's missed me,
How focused she is when she's working on a project,
How she folds herself about when she's sleeping,
How she throws herself into everything that she does,
How she makes me feel when she's in my arms.
She who loved me when I felt I couldn't be loved anymore.
She who stood by me in the wake of my madness.
She who waited when I told her I needed to finish my work.
She who wants to just collapse against me when the day is done.
She who wants to have a home for all of our Loves.
She who wants to bring beauty and happiness to the world.
She who makes my heart sings when she sings.
She who healed me in ways I thought I could heal anymore.  
She who wants to wander the earth with me and mine.
She who I seek when the thunder is rolling so she's safe.
She who I feel is genuinely by my side at all times.
She who I feel has been in my dreams as long as I've dreamed.
I find myself waking up from a sleep that kept me for years,
Eyes widening every day
To see everything in the glory that it is around me.
The glory of her presence in my life.
I know she is mine from how her hands twists into mine.
She is mine.
I am her's.
We are ours.

A mystery has kept us into these fire roots.
But the spell has been broken upon our Judas lips.

Into this new skin out from the gravity of a gold ruin.
As faceless men attempt to take it all away.

Too naive to understand the scent of heat into their brains.
They are delicate holding their bellies with the breadth of their teeth.

But we all have wombs and are fetal within.
Growing strange new limbs every day.