Matters of the heart are difficult, especially when you have played the game and jumped all over the chessboard
At the point where what we want lies beyond our fingers reach
dormant in the mind
You hear the sands blow across the divide
I am still addicted to finding love the oasis, the beach, the shore to my ocean. The crash to my wave, the boom in my thunder the sugar in my tea.
Matters of the heart are so difficult
until I stand with you.