having to say I’m sorry when in love—
but I guess I must prepare to be chastened.
but I guess I must prepare to be chastened.
I feel free to steal whatever
isn’t fastened
down, and I’m fascinated by you, my love,
just as I imagined
down, and I’m fascinated by you, my love,
just as I imagined
I'd be, bragging about the time I wrastled
a bear to the ground—you know, my love,
I was lying—good reason to be chastened.
a bear to the ground—you know, my love,
I was lying—good reason to be chastened.
But you gave your love to me, so
how did I like them apples?
You gave me to eat of them, too, my irresistible love—
their taste was sweeter than gods could imagine,
You gave me to eat of them, too, my irresistible love—
their taste was sweeter than gods could imagine,
and never a bite wasted.
So I was well-tested in the ways of love,
but it was all for the sake of being chastened
So I was well-tested in the ways of love,
but it was all for the sake of being chastened
in the quest of another, barely-envisioned,
but always-desired, fruit, my love—
our encounters finer than anything I could ever have imagined!
But I am still preparing to be chastened.
but always-desired, fruit, my love—
our encounters finer than anything I could ever have imagined!
But I am still preparing to be chastened.
