What then can I say?
About the lady I want?
What if I wake one day?
And learn that for once
I have stopped the hunt
For once at last?
I will then make a portal
Fine portrait, not of her
But of her fine heart
And the image of her will
To be with me till my heart goes still
She, then be my kill!
The gazelle be stray on not
Her heart not body's better be hot
If she can see life beyond this spot
I'll be pasture enough for her fill
If you care where I come from
Also be sure to you I'll be home
If you care what I don't or do have
Please care about what we can achieve
And if you think you love me
Tell me, would u cry with me?
Or would you be with me when I cry
If the latter is true, please let's try
