Pour yourself into me. Our time approaches so near, that I sigh. What
Danger in such an adorer? We dance and the music dies. We carry them all
Away, as we glide through their lost eyes. You lift me above myself, with
The ghostly lake of your mind. Arise from your slumber in my arms. Your
Beauty took the strength from me. In the meadows of heaven, we run though
The stars. Romantic in our tastes, we are without excuse. We burn in our
Lust. We die in our eyes and drown in our arms.
