In confidence, affection isn’t conditional
Justification, reason needs none
Submission, to that feeling of intoxication
When eyes lock and words fall short

Loved you thus, do, will
Separate, fate played all its cards
Partook the wine of passion
In its passing, we were finite

Down in gentle pools of cherished abandon
Past the gardens we chose to bloom
Deep in the secrets we swore to keep
You were just what I need