I want a lover when the sun flaps her wings
A lover with a smell so pure
I want a lover who walks with me when eyes simmer
When my heart is with sorrow, I want a lover
I want a lover with the arms of a saint
To hold me when I feel weak at the stilt
Lover lover, I will not wilt

Lover cowers below an elm
Tight knit eyes look up to the roars of the sky
This docile heart asks her for a showing
You are the slowing of my desire
You are the atones of a dream
You are the words of a poet
Ginger hair lady, hear me sing

I can see a song in this.