So eagerly anxious you become
and I silently ach and remain calm.
Your darkest thoughts you now may pour,
I promise to listen and merely pore.
But you close your eyes,
freeing joy- but o, the penetrating sadness...

Just as Thetis swallowed Achilles' pain screams
as she immersed him in the Styx's streams-
I would swallow the drops of burden from a spoon
just to find out what really lies in your head soon;
when you, so fearfully look into my eyes,
you know, I try to read you and realize

So eagerly anxious you become
and I silently ach and remain calm.
Your darkest thoughts you now may pour,
I promise to listen and merely pore.
But you close your eyes,
freeing joy- but o, the penetrating sadness...

Are they shut to aid the hiding?
Or are the love clichés enforcing?
Why the eyes, they close at all;
the gate into my lover's soul.
What was once lust and nook,
is now naturally a brunch of love's brook

So eagerly anxious you become
and I silently ach and remain calm.
Your darkest thoughts you now may pour,
I promise to listen and merely pore.
But you close your eyes,
freeing joy- but o, the penetrating sadness...

But why feels it like a duty?
Why must I miss the glancing beauty?
My lover's core, so complex;
he claims the shooting's a reflex.
His eyes, his mouth- overwhelmed I am by thought.
He is my cliché, that is what I love the most

So eagerly anxious you become
and I silently ach and remain calm.
Your darkest thoughts you now may pour,
I promise to listen and merely pore.
But you close your eyes,
freeing joy- but o, the penetrating sadness...

Your eyes, your mouth- overwhelmed I am by thought
You are my cliché, that is what I love the most.