your unspoiled perfection when you kissed me it was like a ressurection
this is much more than love its a soulful connection
a blessin
no more stressin
your my threputic remedy
your not my lover your my enemy because this love is becoming sickness
i thought this feeling would last for infinity
now its like a case of stolen identity
its much more than physical its mentally
where's my strait jacket? better yet where's the waste basket?
after that kiss i think im gonna needa casket
no more can i mask it
im in love here's my heart you can have it
