I promise not to give all
my pearls away to you
For love is some kind
of scenic view
Trauma is never early
And trauma is never late,
It comes right on time
And I am love\'s proven fate
Killing me softly with some Christmas cheer
I vow to love\'s fate
That I am here
We kill and we run
Because our work is never done...
I vow to the ages
That love is dangerous
So I am here
In this silent room
Hoping and praying
For my next move
Please give me a rose
And I will save it alive
Deeply, softly, and utterly
maturity--
I find that love
Is this private thing
And deep within my soul
I am harmless
To point the gun and its trigger
Would be a harmless thing,
I only want
The best for you...
Because love is
a clutter of things,
Oh please listen to my deep
soft breath
For we are one always.
Flowers are rare
In the rarest garden,
I cast all my pearls
But where do they lay?
In the deepest, softest bed
The stars begin to rise...
If you strip me of my clothes,
What color are my eyes?
For I feel your deep softness
within my skin
As the roses flex
across the field
I find your tenderness
To be greatly unmistaken
For these hands are made of heaven
Caress me if you can...