Why did it take me so long
To discover, in this late hour
That love is a desperation for being
Not a desperation of feelings.
With me, you could have been free
Love is not drowning, but submission and surrender
Do want to always be fighting for air on deck?
Flipping over, catch in the bucket?
Unhook the spear from your gill
I can set you free from this net you wove
For love is not desperation of feelings
But a desperation for being
With me, you can be.
