Buried in the mind,
the eyes looking to find,
a heart and soul try to define.
Just what moves you,
drives lust through,
Make you want to do?
What moves your heart in might,
what keeps you awake at night?
What makes you want to break down and cry,
when you can't get your apple pie?
Say you'll always love,
At the brink of lifes insanity,
say you'll try to keep your vanity.
And in the midst of it all,
try not to fall.
Even when consummed,
then feeling doomed,
after your love has bloomed.