Closer

The Skin Of Such Substance Dost Come Nearer,
In Faults Of None, Which Shall Then You Will See,
The Beat Of The Music Has Come To Not Fear Her,
And The Silken Smooth Surface Touched On Thee,
The Fairy Tales Of Heart-Wrenching Galore,
Fill Thee With Pain And Broad Adoration
To The Consultation With Love And Lore,
And The Encounter Arrives At Haven;
In That Shelter Thee Shall See A Faint,
Touch Of Gold Of Thou Musically Seen,
The Scintillation Of A Pure Acquaint,
And Gazed Through The Eyes As A Soulful Routine;
The Heart Beat Of This Lone Shall Stop At One,
But That Dost Filled Of Harm Shall Come Undone.