Sometimes I feel you standing near,
Like a ghostly whisper I struggle to hear.
Your fingers slowly caress my skin,
I want to know why I'm not yet dying.
The gaping hole in my heart has begun to mend,
And I've realized I want to be with you 'till the end.
The sunlight resting upon my cheek
Has given me a reason to keep living.
{Lover, lover, mender of a broken start,
I give this to you: my beating heart.
It's broken in to pieces I've only just fixed,
And I'm afraid to have it be broken in the end,
But somehow I know you'll keep it safe,
Because you already know what it is to break.}
Sometimes I wonder how this came to be,
And why you chose the broken heart of me.
You could have any one you wanted,
But you chose me to be the hunted.
Your pursuit does not frighten me;
Only the fear I will not be the one you keep.
Being caught, no escape, in your arms leaves me gasping;
Know, my love, I'm always yours for the taking...
Every so often I think you gone.
Every so often I fear your presence will be none.
If I didn't get you back I know I would die.
Not feeling you, not hearing you, forces me to cry.
I'm intoxicated by your gentle touch;
How is it possible for my beating heart to want so much?
