Black Haired Love

I’m finding a world in the ocean of your eyes.
A world apart from the mistake of lies.
Your beauty is the passion of the darkest night.
I wake in the morning and I take a drink of light.

--How deep is the love in your heart?
My worlds are falling apart.
Beautiful black haired love,
how deep is the love in your heart?--

Making love in the comfort of your hair,
falling in love with the passion that is there.
I rise in the morning for another drink.
Working through the daytime helps me think.

I can feel the sadness once again.
I can feel it slowly sinking in.
Will I fall again into the night?
Is it love or is it wrong or right?