Seraphim

Rare, true flower
nature's bride
can I be your only scribe?
I will only write of the things, the joy that you bring into my arms
I will only sing the praise of the glory you've raised into my heart
Caramel sweetness
light divine
dare I call this beauty mine
I will love and savor the taste and the look on your face trembling softly.
And the song of your breath makes me weak makes me guess keeps me humble.
Platinum brilliance
life's true wealth
line my pockets with your silk
I don't need a dime to my name you're all the "rich" you're all the "fame" I could need now.
And if one truly believes that a thing's meant to be can it be somehow?
And if I think on your smile there's no other worth the while to fill this space.
None so gentle, none so pure with the salve and the cure to this life's pace.
Fallen Seraph
If we picked fruit from every tree where would we be?
I've chosen you my fire and ice. My mortal vice
My eternity.
I will love and savor the taste and the look on your face trembling softly
And the song of your breath makes me weak makes me guess keeps me humble.
I will love and savor the taste and the look on your face trembling softly
And if one truly believes that a thing's meant to be tell me can we?
Fallen Seraph
If we picked fruit from every tree where would we be?
I've chosen you my fire and ice. My mortal vice
My eternity.