She'll never get used to your embrace.
She'll never get used to your tides.
She'll never be enough of what you want.
She'll never be able to roll the dice.
Her love, it consumes her, but never burns out.
Like a never ending fuel, it's clean and without a doubt.
You and your electric soul, they consume her. But it's only your love which will excuse her. From this constant agony which has enclosed her.
You may love her or not, you may want to want her or not.
But she's the one who would happily sell a piece of her soul for a minute fragment of your thoughts.
Keep Dreaming!