The Reincornation of Soul
Longing to hear you one in the same,
But perhaps, I could always feel this way
And within the splendor of someone
so dear, collides
An atmosphere is needed or all else it will fall aside
But perhaps, I could always feel this way
And within the splendor of someone
so dear, collides
An atmosphere is needed or all else it will fall aside
Can't we just be a constant instance, or perhaps
a syncopation of rhythms?
Just as good Jazz music goes
And you should know this too
When improvisation when it is necessary
As jazz musicians sometimes do
Oh you are the beauty wrapped into sheer rhythm just the same
Within the jest of instant pleasure
You defy a uniqueness of an equivocation,
May I ask, how could I ever measure....the
love of your constant splendor?
Revealed into a vibrancy that every man should seek
Sticky the scene, and shroud, certainly the nature of the beast
We people are automatically one all of the
same, that could never conceal
That of the souls of two at peace,
simply immeasurable
Something making the oneness of the
both of us so very pleasurable
As jazz musicians sometimes do
Oh you are the beauty wrapped into sheer rhythm just the same
Within the jest of instant pleasure
You defy a uniqueness of an equivocation,
May I ask, how could I ever measure....the
love of your constant splendor?
Revealed into a vibrancy that every man should seek
Sticky the scene, and shroud, certainly the nature of the beast
We people are automatically one all of the
same, that could never conceal
That of the souls of two at peace,
simply immeasurable
Something making the oneness of the
both of us so very pleasurable
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