Why do I need to be confessing
Taking off undressing
From the woman to the poet
Keep you coming back to know it
That can give you her fond pleasure or overpowering pain
Then if you bring the light of love with the rain
She will bloom as a refreshed summer flower
Beauty, fragrance, and quiet peace upon the hour
Of your timed planned
When you're not damned
For not being there as you are in her head
Where the answer to her is just you in her bed
So she knows where she belongs
The comfort there your sleeping songs
That she probably doesn't hear
Yet the melody of you brings that black peace near.
