Holding true to one’s self in the midst of whispers

I am warned every day…

Yet I stare at your beautiful eyes and make up my mind…

I want to be with you every day.

No matter if you end up tarring my heart away

Because in the end I would rather say I held out my hand

And walked your way

I ignore the whispers from their loving faces shutting icy grips pain away

For by your side I would rather stay

Letting your torture carry me away

Now step with me and say

Love, pain and passion this is our fashion

Love, in our eyes and actions

Pain, in our desire, burning with internal fire

Passion, with every word we truly say

Now step this way so I may lead you to your desire

And quench your internal fire