Existance is an illusion
Like a puppet on strings
We are compelled to move, act, and say
Deep down none have ever acted
Never done or been who they really are
Yes, this is what I have learned already
Is it really significant...
What if, what if I had cut the strings long ago
What if I told you what my souls was screaming all along
' I lover you with every breath I take,
with everything I have to give....forever will you stay with me? Cause, an eternity waiting for you is the sweetest of hells,
the kindest tourture.'
Would you see then...
That you're all I've ever will have or need.
I could free you, do you know?
Oh yes, I could hand you all
But first........
You must be willing to see with your true eyes
Are you ready to trust? To love?
' cause I am'
If so then I can give you freedom and happiness
All I ask my love, is you always be mine
Not as a puppet- but as a man, as a lover, as a husband.
Like the man I Know only YOU can be...and already are
My savior, My Dark Angel, My Everything.
