She Lover

We first met on a summer's day,
 By whim or fate I cannot say.
 A first encounter that did not portend
 The years together that we would spend.

 It wasn't long before we met again
 And I liked the feeling that overcame me then.
 She made me feel really good inside,
 She made me feel I had nothing to hide.
 That she liked me was a pleasant surprise,
 But what she liked I could only surmise.

 So we dated and flirted and looked our best,
 Then paried and fluried till we passed each one's test.

 And if I knew then what I know now,
 Things would be different but I'm not sure how.

 Now I can't remember when came the decision,
 A relationship is not measured with such precision.
 But there came a point on a non specific day,
 When she came to me with the intention to stay.
 I couldn't say no though my life was a mess,
 And I didn't know then what it meant to say yes.

 She moved in with a passion, like I'd answered a prayer,
 And overwhelmed me in a fashion so I wasn't scared.
 And I was so grateful and happy she cared,
 So absorbed by the feelings we found that we shared.

 A gift from above, she was the love I had sought.
 But there is more to this love that what I had thought.
 For this was the first time that I wasn't alone
 And now in my life I would finally find my home.

 And when I was down, she'd cast out a spell,
 And from a turtle to a rabbit, gone was my shell.
 And then we would play some nights until dawn,
 Laughing and dancing with not a moment to yawn.
 We abandoned ourselves to earthly delights,
 To lust and excitement, the pleasures of night.

 With her I would feel so warm and so whole,
 So needed, so strong, right down to my soul.

 It's hard to describe, the first love that's real,
 For it lodges inside and amplifies all that you feel.

 Love is changing and special and rare,
 Love isn't simple or easy or fair.
 Love fills you with feelings,
 Which can set your life realing,
 For in love you can't hide,
 What's deep down inside,
 The things to be shared,
 The things to be pared.
 The emptiness filled,
 The movement that's stilled.
 The peace that is shattered,
 The lies that get battered.
 The truths that are real
 The emotions you feel.
 The dreams that you lose,
 The paths that you choose.
 The pain that you share,
 The moments you care.
 The staying in spite
 The parting in fight.
 The gentle caress,
 The wants that obsess.
 The needs that are true
 The being that's you.

 Love has no rules.
 Love makes us all fools.

 But the path of love must have a heart,
 Or in the end it will take you apart,
 And make you a slave,
 Till you desire the grave.
 Till you doubt what you know,
 Till you no longer grow.

 Love can drive you to drink.
 Take you right to the brink.
 It can fill you with fear,
 That the end is near.

 Love is a mirror,
 Into which we do peer,
 Which reflects what we need,
 If we are to be freed
 Love is like that.
 It's not white, it's not black.
 Love is like life in a certain way,
 What it is really no one can say.
 Love is a lesson that can become such a mess,
 Till you learn when to say no and when to say yes
 Love in the end is just love, no more and no less.
 To say something else would just be a guess.

 She was my demon lover
 And I was about to discover
 The price love requires
 When you're a slave of desires.

 She calls to me softly when day turns to night
 Saying take me and love me, you know that it's right.
 And we play and we talk as if we are one
 These are the moments when I have fun.
 But all she wants is to continue to play
 Always more, don't stop, she just won't go away.
 But she knows me too well, what can I say.
 For I have no defense to resist her siren call.
 Even though by the end in the pit I will fall.
 A sacrifice I make to her endless desire,
 For I can't resist the love of her fire.

 I love her with all of my heart and my mind
 I love her because of something special I find,
 Some feeling or thought that cuts to the core,
 So that I'm never sure what's exactly in store.

 She's my demon lover, the bitch in my life
 The bewitching siren that I made my wife.
 She can be a selfish and crabby, jealous vixen.
 This shrewish whore with whom I'm betwixen.
 This flower of desire that says she'll always be mine.
 I'll love her completely till the end of time.