the grapes from your vine,
sweet woman of mine,
are what keeps my heart pumping blood,
and stops me from being a child of the mud,
until you are ready to come,
from the living world you're from,
I will wait while am high from the trees,
wanting you like a cure for a disease,
the juice of your kiss,
is better than any dream that exist,
you are my love tattoo,
my breath is pointless without you.
and the world is just false,
without your tender feel all is lose,
when I see you again,
we can die together in sin,
and among the stars be reborn,
never again to be torn,
no matter the storms,
from each others arms