amnesiac618:

Love is a tired symphony you hum when you’re awake,
and love is a crying baby Mama warned you not to shake.

And love’s the best sensation hiding in the lion’s mane.

So I’ll clear the road, the gravel, and the thornbush in your path; burn a scented oil that I’ll drip into your bath.

The water’s there to warm you, and the earth is warmer when you laugh.

And love is the scene I render when you catch me wide awake,
and, love is the dream you enter though I shake and shake and shake you.

And love is the best endeavor waiting in the lion’s mane.