You Young Wild Thing

And I Will Walk Into Hell Happily

But don't you ever worry that loving her will be your ticket to hell?
No. No I don't
Because I'd walk into hell happily
having held heaven in my hands
Because I would hold my head high
Having loved with everything I am
Because I would laugh when I see the devil
And I'd tell him to let me burn
For I loved her then and I love her now
I would go to hell in a heartbeat
If it meant keeping her
I don't worry about the fire, about the burn, about the pain
Because there is no pain worse than the absence of her lips

There is no greater pain than the lie
The lie that I feel nothing
When she walks in the room and my heart skips a beat or two
That I don't love her
When she looks me in the eye
Only centimeters from kissing
That it doesn't feel right
When she falls asleep in my arms
Gently and precisely
That she isn't my home
In every definition; in every dictionary; in every book; in every fairytale
She is my home
I would go to hell happily
If it meant keeping my oasis

I don't worry that loving her would send me to hell
Because I am too busy dreaming
Making the perfect home with the perfect kitchen
Doing the laundry and the taxes
With her and only her
Tucking the kids into bed
Reading them a bedtime story
Like my mom always did
When I was young
Laying in bed at the end of the day
Her the big spoon and me the little one
Eyes closed, drifting off
Whispering I love you
back and forth
A sacred song sung by the birds

I don't worry about hell
I'm to busy enjoying reality
When the day arises
If hell shall be the place they send me too
Then I'll hold my head high
I'll reach the devil and I'll smile
I am here because I loved a woman
and there is no regret in me for it. I am
here for loving a woman and if
that is a crime then burn me
I don't care

I will walk into hell happily
Having held; having felt and uncovered every crevice; every pore; every soft spot
Of heaven within my hands
Within my heart
Heaven I have already known
My muse; my home; my oasis
My heaven
Her
She is heaven

Hell doesn't even begin to discourage me
I'm too busy in heaven to notice the flames
too busy to notice the pain
Burn me
Heaven has numbed me anyway

I will walk up to the devil
Look him in the eye
And laugh
Burn me, I say
For I loved her then
And I love her now
I will walk into hell any day
Having held a woman in my arms
For I have seen heaven plenty
In all her finest glory

If I have held heaven
Like cupped rainwater betwixt my hands
Then I can take hell plenty
Besides she is worth everything
I mean that with my whole being; my whole body; my whole soul; my whole heart; my everything
If only I get to love her
The rest disappears; becomes insignificant
Doesn't matter
Because I have my world right here
Resting within my arms

She is worth every
ounce of hell
thrown my way
I'll take it all
without complaint
because she
is everything.