The Tryst of Truth and Lie

I want to kill the solitude I was hounded by
I want your arms and feel cozy within

I want to design the clock for our love time
I want to design a basket to store our kisses

I want to dedicate you an entire rose garden
I want to dedicate you a million money trees

I want the sweet moments to shine high like corruscating stars
I want the bitter talks to be buried deep under the sand dunes

I want to make some promises that will never be broken
I want to hold the candle for you in the darkness

I want to be both chick and the chicken you need
I want to be your only paid and unpaid prostitute

I want to hold your hands and say I love you today
I want to love you like never before today