you stare in my eyes ev'ry day;
i must say youre too brave .
inside my story is cold air
it'll trap you, make you its slave .
there's a pain here, hard and crusted
smooth like rested car'mel .
sharp sides that pierce your persistence -
left mute, nothing to tell .
scenes that haunt my eyes like spirits;
i guess you are my knight
knives and candles for dinner first
kisses, conversation, held tight .
im no damsel, no distressed broad;
swear i dont need analysis
just a sincere heart and some love,
genuine thought, like this .