What a confusing thing this love of ours.
My mind races in circles as I try to understand.
The thought of you in my life is like a pearl in an oyster.
It's natural, and yet still I seek an explanation.
If it was based upon some prurient desire,
I would call it lust, but it started with a spiritual desire to help you grow.
Instead, it grew into a feeling that merged with my soul.
Is it right or wrong, I don't know.
Perhaps the roulette wheel of time has turned again, but,
A new deck of cards controls the future.
I'll play along and hope you're still at my table
when the ace is turned up, but in the mean time,
I'll live my life in turmoil thinking about you,
and how you came into my life.
It's an adrenaline rush to hear your voice,
to think of you and I as interchangeable parts.
But to feel your touch makes the phrase, You will be assimilated,
resistance is futile, very real, very appealing, and I will comply.
