My love was winter and smokestacks and endless gray,

My love was cobblestone streets and ghostly faces weary from the fray,

Soulless strolls, whispered idol rumors to pass the time away,

Old, moldy flats and windows that face more old moldy flats and faces

Weary from the fray,

A dream,

Black and white,

A beating heart screams,

Drowned out by the night,

In smoky rooms and dance floors

Cigarettes and shrooms and unfriendly doors

That spill out into the night…

My love was a winter’s night,

Now my love is caramel and spice,

Golden skin and rice, Smokey eyes and smiles bright,

My love is always kind, always nice,

A dance of tenderness and youthful vigor, my loves feels so so right!

Now, my love breaks the cage I’ve built,

Like breaking bones with angel hair and silk,

Now, my love like sun turns flower from seed, hope from guilt,

Gives me strength and feeds my soul like mother’s milk,

A dream,

Golden bright,

Temple of the dawn,

Sweet incense sweetens the tropical night,

Dark coal hair, and perfection in motion,

For the first time ever, this just feels so right,

Floating away on river boats held tight,

Your voice the last thing I hear each night,

Truth is, I was never ready to be loved this way,

I was never ready until this glorious, glorious day,

To put away the past, the shadows, weary from the fray.

Sigh.. So reminds me of Byron...

beautiful*.

* your lips around my toe

i really like it!!!