Old New Love

 I want the truth in your lies,

The honesty of your eyes,

As you try and comfort my mind,

Oh how your lips seem divine,

Even as they sin, They Convert the pain with in my words,

I Yearn for your touch, As it must feel like what angels wings could feel like,

I'd kill if I could know the pressure of your lips,

This must be what Solomon and Jezebel was like,

Except between you and I there is mystery.

Even as the curves of your body talk about lust,

The confidence of your walk projects a love from above,

Oh how I could expose you for your lies,

The melodies in your voice could bring back Lazarus, blasphemous,

Even as your song plays to beat of men hearts,

They cannot keep up,

So their last notes a pop, Even as they died they smiled,

Is there a man strong enough to hear your song,

I could call you 'murder' for the blood spillt for your love,

But in the end most will call it tough.

What is there between you and I, Is there time?

They say only prophets can predict the next sunrise,

But I bet you could tell me where we ends, or could you,

Would you lead me to perish by the image of "our" forever,

For surely I'd never get to see it, 

Unless you'd retire with a reciprocal desire,

But if so how I'd burn in fire,

Because your love is innocent,

But your lust is indifferent.

Is it hard to hide your horns under your halo,

Don't feel alone,

There is a mate for every soul,

Is it me?

I don't know,

You'd have to look into my eyes to see,

Then you'd find the lies in my truth,

The secrets I haven't told my own soul,

And when I look into yours,

And find the same pain,

I'd know we told the same lies,

Told the same truths,

Then we could close our eyes,

And become one once again,

And know that our love was never new.