How is it spelled,
How does it sound?
How does it feel to touch with your hands?
If you sing to me, I might fall in love,
Oh the sensations from your creations,
Creeping into me.

Found myself fond of your sparkling eyes,
Always shining, revealing your delight,
How excited you grew so quickly,
Never knew you had it in you,
There’s always darkness behind the light,
I’d say something to set you off,
You’d go for hours, relentless,
When you grew quiet,
I’d wait for your rage to rise again,
How do you leave, when it’s all you’ve lived.