Ukiyo

beautiful and young

peach lily vines, sweet red wine
getting high and wasting time

you and I, late July
running by the streets of Versailles

my darkest nights, dreary rhymes
now it's shining like city lights

I crave your touch, and when you smile
I lust for love and I don't know why

Will you still love me the same or is it as long as I would be wild?

Will you still love me the same or is it as long as I would no longer cry?

I pray you will
I pray you will
I pray that you will

Will you still love me or is it as long as I make you smile?