My love is like the owl br br Asleep in the morning br When your face is true br Active at night br When the darkness conceals you br br With stern, gaped eyes br That press through and through br And patience br That subdues my urges for a few. br br Your loves purity, br Full of innocence and honesty that keeps you tame, br Drives the dove to insanity br And places me in the cold arms of shame br br Because my love br Is full of faults br And puts our love br On seemingly endless halts br br Unfortunately as I hoot br It is not my conscious calling br But are my lusts br That I deem abhorring br br Like the owl br My tranquil face masks my sins br And the biggest sin of all br Is my selfish love for you br br As it makes the devil br Shake his head with disgust br Due to its purpose being to please br What pleas to be pleasured br br What my mind is trying to say, br As it keeps my heart at bay, br Is that one thought remains true, br And that is to be inside of you.