Starling
A starling.
You are my dream.
Touch my lips with your lips
Make me complete.
Not all men find love.
But all men are slaves to it.
Chained at the wrist with heartache
It passes through their veins And it poisons their heart.
Touch my lips with your lips
Make my soul weep,
It weeps tears,
oh darling it weeps tears
It weeps tears of joy.
All men are chained to love,
With its lies and promises.
But darling that's a false love
And our love is true,
So truly be true to me And I to you.
Our souls will stay young
In bodies growing old,
But they shall grow old together.
My soul has been tethered to youth
With a rope made of you.
Starling my darling,
I am your man its true.