There's Beauty In The Blackness of Her Fragile Flesh...

There's beauty in the blackness of her fragile flesh.
There's beauty in the whiteness of her eyes.
There's beauty in her voice of gentle waters.
And beauty in her breathing, as she lies
Beside me—as the night gives way to morning,
And the dawn creeps up to find me in her arms
Knowing well, that I must leave before the morning
Sun disturbs her from the sleep almost denied.

And I know now, deep inside, how much I'll miss her.
But the sun will rise to find me far away,
For the road outside commands me like a magnet—
And I'll find another love along the way...
But my heart beats like a trouble-laden river
For the sweetness of her touch is unsurpassed.
And the sweetness of the heart that beats within her,
Leaves me troubled; as I look upon her eyes

Closed in stillness: as she dreams of me, unknowing
Of the force outside commanding me to go—
And to break the gentle heart of my beloved,
'fore the redness of the eastern sky makes known.
And I've not much time to question what I'm doing.
And I've not much time to answer questions "Why?"
And I've not the strength to leave her while she's watching—
So I'll leave her as she dreams of me tonight.