I don't want to be the one you'll die for,
But the lovely one you'll love to die with.
Be the good in my bad, bad in my good-
Be the blooming rose on my dry wood- heart.
Because cause you, your heart that I long for;
And you are the sky that dance round my twist,
So be the blooming rose on my dry wood-
And be the ocean where I'll drown my heart.
The pride I have- to die with you not for,
And the sweetest bliss is the kiss of feast,
So darling trade not my love for wine- nude,
My nude heart awaits for a heart to heart.
"words from the innocent mind"
Philip Peace