Those that are lovely as a ray of sun
Was the pond of everything in sight
These, the women I once dreamed of
In fact, the ones of them you'd want to love

You could place nothing in their mists
Except a tender imagination of a kiss
Those leave the sight of which you once had
Thoughts of not being love in your grasps

Guess it must be cool, to know you're loved
That feeling you have from high above
Mutual understanding of two conspired
Feelings rare to the emotions lead to fire

After two indulge in a connection they must meet
Love controlling the two melodies they seek
Then when the music is played, and then heard
Nothing is more deeper than the rightousness of words

Intamacy,you'd figure, is what happens later
But atmospheres holler for something much greater
A communication, a deepness, and romatic interludes
Feelings of two intesified into some mellow attitude

A laidback theme that sways a lovely scene
Exceptance is what peace surely brings
Love more or less a backrubs prescribed by the Gods,
The jet black nights of 'Oh my lord!'

When passion has done iuts job for the evening
And all has traspired into what was relieving
You just have to blame the love for what is does
Brings out the hidden agenda out of you
And all the bast of things into what it was