|
My mind melts Into yours And I exhault, That my heart roars to life. For this is true love. And your thoughts I perceive as mine Yet infinitely different As I feel our mind As one. Something else; Intercourse, Is at fault. To think that this is true love (You under, me above). And though, as Beauty, you are fine It always seems irrelevant. For we are not, you'll find As one. |