It's no mystery that I love you
In the things you do.
Could it seem more than I give you
Would be all in blue?
Still the eyes of want and needing
Searching out for you.
Lead to seats of disbelieving
All that seemed so true.
    Then she said, it's your bed - you.

It's in knowing the force of love
That I touch your trust.
Soon a torch of sucking words
Flushing here for you.
Now the list of getting you
In my arms for love
Will be bringing and letting new
Inspirations dove.
    Then she said, it's your bed - you.

It's the search and the treasure-hunt
Hauling `round your heart
That will make up some riching fond
Of lovers keeping hard.
Linger-paths of onwards senses
Kneeling in next love,
Pin-up-rights for soundly fences
Guarding all above.
    Then she said, it's your bed - you.