It was all dust and fire before you and I were here. The scene was lonely, unbuilt and naked as the morning sun was lighting the tip of your eyes. Then we both came along, we fell on the earth like a burning comet from a distant star. And Still I can't forget your touch and still I don't want to be an inch away from the tip of your ice cold fingers. You were an evermore. You were the bowl in which my soul swam.