How might I take back the reactive nature of fear
when while calling out my motives were clear
yet so early in the day she had spoken of time
asking that the overwhelming nature too sublime
if I might recall my every word, the passionate plea
would it have any matter, would our lives feel free
Oh to know the real nature of understanding you
so that this my catalogue of days have been so blue
last touch, your kiss the sensuality in your eyes
should then have left my heart to be more wise
Oh to know surely the way to touch your heart again
so this awkward departure our lives apart could end
