warm fuzz

give her the sun
but it won't be enough
give her a rain
of solvents and dust
give her a palace
one she can touch
give her your eyes
they bleed as they shut
give her dynamic
chords of warm fuzz
give her an empire
built upon love
give her your sweater
no ifs, ands, or buts
give her heroics
worn on the cusp
give her italy
florence at dusk
give her your organs
your blood and your guts
she picks the strings
they bend as they rust
give her the sun
parting is such
give her surrender
enough is enough