When That Happens
I wonder if you might know,
how soon while in the throe,
I do my willingness throw,
my heart in full tell of your soul.
I wanted to kiss you there, again,
have you swoon, and shake the reign
of self-control, to let go while in rain,
we two could train love our refrain.
I really didn’t know when your lips
did touch my meaning how my slips
into an eternal passion silent clips
of my reality would loosen my grip.
Now it is today, I am so truly lost
wishing now what is the real cost.