A Man of Substance

There are days
when the sun beats me
with its rays

There are times
when all I want to do
is decline

But if there is a sweeter torture
it is yet to be found

For you, of you, with you
I am forever bound

You are a life, a lie, a truth
But there is none
as consistent as your pleasure

You are a life beyond skies
found in heaven above
where birds soar

And I find no greater pleasure
no greater stance

Than when I am carried
between your hands

And if this love is a lullabye
I will make you sleep too

In an endless slumber
I will love you