calculus geometry. under irish eyes and italian skin. holding up by pins within. lies an aging heart. still lined in kind. maybe lonely by design. dreams of almond eyes and olive skin. sweet but always cursed to sin. sets a golden smile. beaming blinding bright. a day to fool this dream in sight. and maybe it's a sign. when good has lost all its comfort. and home where you find the reason. why your loves meant to be holding on. and on that golden day with the stars in line. a scorpio will corrupt the taurus sign. and take back six words that he'd never dreamt he'd say. i put all those thoughts away. but if it sparks devotion when the sweetest notion. sugars then dissolves with blank emotion. mail you boxed protected by a heart of styrofoam. and blindly find your way back home. like you're showing signs and a sense of maturity. still you turn it on for me. you do it awfully. like you're giving back to me signs of eternity. still you don't know what it means. you do it awfully