Class.

It's you, of course. You're class in flesh and bone. Magnificent, sublime.

I cannot let go of you, because you refuse to leave my dreams, which turn to nightmares just to think that you suffer.

I can only live with the dreams, I know.

In return, I want you to have the knowledge that nothing changes for me. You made yourself at home in my soul, you'll always be welcome where I go, or I fly to your side with a minute's notice. Day or night.

Regarding songs, or verse, we choose those with which we identify. Do not be a slave to them. Nothing is written in stone, my love.

You are class, humour, intelligence, wit, tenderness and raw animal lust. How to turn my back? I'm the royal cobra under your charm.

But I only bite on request.