You’d be my apricity and my calm,
you’d add to things justifying my charm.
You’d gimme the whole frickin zoo when others are still stuck to butterflies,
you’d be in my words when not in my arms!
Blessed and thankful is always a roll,
we comprehend cos maybe we are connected by the souls.
Ecstatically crazy cos uh have nurtured this philophobiac,
into someone who sees a sweven, laying on the heart she stole.