We found each other with a smile
that stirred the primal and divine.
Because your insipid—
choice was in me, I’m on cloud nine.
The breath of love is a fog
that shrouds all rhyme and reason.
I know not yet the origin
of this love that committed treason.
I left my mind cowed and betrayed
and kindled my fire within.
My heart is the drum that I beat
To the sound of our love herein.
