My problem lies on the truth,
for I thought I knew what that meant.
Constantly seeking for youth,
and phrasing things I once heard.
Then one day you crossed my path,
You started talking about your present,
I had no compass, for you, the sea.
I wanted steady, but you, the storm.
I needed more, and you, the promise.
I saw it all, only you, the sun.
All the kisses, soft and creamy,
falling from laughter on the floor;
listening to songs about the cities
that one day we would explore.
No danger, no harm,
no later, just now.
We closed with a crescendo,
our bodies becoming one.
Society demanding sacramento,
yet we settled with just that night.