My heart is souring higher then the space,
is pumping at such a great pace.
It is as though my life is in such great haste,
she would hate to see it go to such a waste.
In my body lies dormant the soul of love,
she helps me give it just the right shove.
It’s thrown around from her to her until thrown in front of,
The woman that looks as pure as a dove.
She shines with such brilliant light’s,
her sight or stare will send me to new heights.
She lets me see such new sites,
I forget all the lonely nights.
Yet alas, she wants me as nothing but a friend,
but my time will stop right then, and bend.
My life is hers to take, and mine to lend,
mine to tend and hers to spend.
