my gentlemen

 
the softness of me is hidden in my private gardens
a sanctuary where my soul lies
beautiful blonde hair girl twirling in the wind
gently walking the shores of the mind
carefully so not to disturb a single shell
 
I didn't create this place...He did
the one who's been with me always
who guards me
 
I love him...I hate him
I fight with him
he alone understands me
why I choose the twisted paths
 
why I covet my inner gardens
here I am all natural woman without pretense
wild hair blowing in the breeze
barefoot dancing in the sands
quietly with a song in my heart
 
few know me...will ever know me
I only know myself when I am gentle
tenderly caressing the music my soul dances too
my private two step with my gentlemen
 
he calls for me from the wilderness
shyly I come to him
here I am honest
I can't lie to him
 
he walks with me in my crazy times
when I need to investigate the world
then picks all the thorns from my flesh
when the world has pricked me
 
sin