His reflection

I love you I love you I love you

The perfect reflection of womankind

Molded from clay and desire

 

I love you I love you I love you

A worldy devotion transcribed in time

To walk with the angels on high

 

I love you I love you I love you

If only no words graced replendent lips

In vain all that passion ignites

 

If only If only If only

The shimmer and shine had not dulled your eyes

Worthiness gone in an instant

Sweep up your troubles and mop broken dreams

Fallen beguiled and bewildered