I cannot see my life with anyone else but myself. What more my dreams was surround around you. My goals were planned about you. My life was living for you. Like every man you couldn’t understand. Why I wanted to love you? Why you, why this moment, why this place? I remember you telling me that you live a simple life. Your goals are just to be comfortable nothing more nothing less. What I want as you say was too great to be the wife of a humble man.
The pictures in my mind leave me wanting the life of Adam and Eve. Our garden is our love as we lie naked expose in the light of our joining. If you could see us together under the tree of life, dropping seeds of worlds. Would you believe me now? Could you believe that my heart never stop beating for you? And that whatever is left still does not comprehend why you’re not here.
That you asked me why I wanted to love you? It’s funny that question confuse a lot of humans. I seem to be alien when it comes to love. Loving with superhuman strength, passionate with untold boundaries, intermit beyond Mother Nature. My love is not of this world. In reality it’s not really about love. It’s about why I wanted to love you. Your so caught up in what you don’t have, what you need, and what you plan to get. You forgot about all the thing in you I want to connect to, as if you’re just the humble man.
Within you held the remanence of a God upon a thorn of gold. The melted heat of liquid steel running the chord of all my being. Ready to lay my life down to worship the whim of your infatuated essence. My King I will obey. No it could be that love need apply here on my soul. It must be a mistake of why I wanted to love you because I already loved you. Oh well I guess I’ll just exist within this world, I was doing that anyway.