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I Want These Things


I know you want burning passion
A fire walking on water fed by tears of joy
We will not be cast adrift by our hearts
But love will whisper to you softly
And never will lose its voice

I want you to hear a flamenco guitar
A radical act to sin with me
Believing in God, but for love only
Our love, the gift of life we open
A thin butterfly wing upon which we fly

I want you to remember me
I watched in horror as you cried
What have I done to you
How can love paint a beautiful naked body
But my heart forget that it was real?

I want you to be my friend
Without the thorns, my desert flower
But lust insists on a fire under the hot sun
Exhausted, burning, without water or shade
Yet our love is never impoverished

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