I met you, through a dream, that counted backward to me.
AND when I woke up. I heard your name!
Marry Me! Marry – my justifiable number, and follow my calculations.
Don’t you know I seek to make your voice the story of ancient history?
You only need to beckon my desire and the twin of my passion will give you the key to the alley.
You won’t ever walk alone; my dreams are never distant from your fingers as you wipe your eyes.
I’ll remain like a private affair that an odor has with a broken past.
We can make this last because as high as you are above me.
I am truly freestanding under you as your glow rests on my frame.
We only now seem to remain as distant as it feels.
our monastic order is abolished as we follow the path of our union!
This concept of now frustrates the will to wait, and to prolong.
Obviously measures and calculations are of mathematical dictation, I know
BUT, Do you realize your numbers?