I want to capture you, delight you, entrance you
So I am everything you think about.
I'd give you all I could conceivably give you-
No, not my heart, not that.
Even if all I give you is flesh
Or if you only think of me fleetingly
Perhaps in annoyance at the way
I'm too vulgar.
But if I could capture you...
You'd want to give me everything
Even your heart, even that.
And all your nights would be drawn-out aches
And you'd analyse every word I say
You'd consider yourself beneath me
(How I wish you were beneath me!)
I can't capture you
I am caught, guilty
Of giving you everything.
Sometimes in my dreams I give you my heart
And secretly I have given you my soul.