He's In My Face

He's in my face like some double-base Harpooned-cupid of the human race Oh, how I'm now sighing too, holding on to an opened wound oh, how I need another living soul -bleeding like there's nothing left to live for. He's in my face like some lovesick fool like a full translucent moon he leads me through the forest holding hands, the scent of jasmine entwines perfumes his soul with mine so, tonight let me dine. He's in my face like some wagging puppy dog yes, he is the prince of frogs I want to spend all my numbered days in his arms Holding-faster every minute Lost for an eternity in his charms For-all-perpetuity - my darling dear.