The King The Lyon the one that I adore
The one who has brought me to life once mre
The man who has enchanted his way into my heart
The one who made me feel whole from the start

He doesn't know how much I care for the fear of
commitment is still there.
HE doesn't see how much I need to feel the heat
from every breath that he breathes
He doesn't see me for who I am
as the woman who loves without demand
HE doesn't know that to love is only part
to be loved is always greater from the start

Don't look back in the past
and ponder " Why it didn't last"
if such a thing should come to surpass
only you will see the error in deed
once your heart feels solitude and once more feels need

some men are greedy and don't know when to stop
they think they are able to always be on top.
never realize that the day will come that noone will
look at them and they will be noone

pains and tears
strains and fears
the very reason to run away
feeling clausterphobic at times
watching the hands move and hearing the chimes
the clock is ticking away. the days are growing near
that all we feel is lonliness and a slow ebbing fear

Does he love me? does he not?
why should it come to this?
why can't it be easier to know?
why can't he let it show?

my mind is boggled all to a mush
my heart won't let me get off my tush
I can't forget the sweetness of his touch
I can't remember the feel of his love
does this mean it was all lust?
does this mean he was just a great piece of ass?
or does this mean that our relationship has come to be a past?

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