Your silence pains me
because it screams like fire.
You're as cold as the wind,
and I have trouble understanding
the way you love,
the way you love.
What's more, you police me
using affirmative questions
that show your pleasure,
the calm you have in
your way of loving
your way of loving
Your body language reveals too much,
but on your lips I do not read this truth.
I will uncover my eyes, and I will contemplate
each part of your being,
the way you love.
Your cautious reasons rule over me;
they guide my way.
Your self-assurance astounds me,
your magic is my defeat.
The way you love,
the way you love.
You're the guide (you're the guide)
in my blindness (in my blindness);
and it helps me to (it helps me to)
look outward.
The memory of you makes me fall apart,
tears down my deepest barriers;
the way you love,
the way you love.
Your body language reveals too much,
but on your lips I do not read this truth.
I will uncover my eyes, and I will contemplate
each part of your being,
the way you love,
each part of your being,
the way you love,
the way you love.