-HER MATE-

Oh the eloquence I feel as I find myself and bind myself ever closer to her nature

Her hair like sweet sutures sent from heaven to lock me forever in her eye’s gaze

The never ending endless ways she comes to praise and play with me

Her eyes can be the very essence of austerity or of the most sincere complexity

When they look at me, look into me - my tongue all but falls away

And then I see -in there- that place

That place I've written for an sung for

That place where cool waters meet warm oceans

That place the devil cast accidental potions, too scared - he threw away in haste

That place where angels weep, when they've found they've lost their way

That place is where I want to stay.

Locked in the amorous haze of an ever fleeting endless moment

-That never goes away-

She is my eternity

And I

-her mate-