Rush

Acquainted with familiar gunmetal gold-rush, sitting silent, welcoming the stream in my veins. Once you were nothing but a baby on a doorstep, yet now you fill me with all incomprehensible. Reach down to the blossoming fruit of ecstasy that fills us like the dancing stars of midnight. Continue with the consistency of ocean waves. Oh, come and ignite us in Heaven's fire.
Oh, mein Schatz, I yearn to discuss perfections under a strawberry sky and dinner for two, discussing flaws of Michalangelo and Van Gogh, admiring the masterpiece that lay before me. Tis nature that bestows me with such sensitivity, where the touch of a man makes marble shiver, and a foreign tongue drenches a room in satin steam. Nature caresses the inevitable collar around my neck, but echoes of complaints cease to exist. Yet let us wait again for the day in which I stand with a sign in an airport, where the touch of familiar German hands makes me realize just how it feels to fall in love and with every glimpse of that blau grün gelb, I'll keep falling over and over again. Ich verspreche es.