You and I

Your skin as smooth as the pettles of a rose,
always in some kind of strickingly beautiful pose,
you walk along a road of solitare,
flurries of wind whip through your hair,
the waves and curls dance,
your scent that of a lost romance,
lost but not dead,
for the death of it is what I truly dread,
leather jacket,
scars, memories, pain, you pack it,
every scar you try to hide,
I'm the only one who sees inside,
you'd lie awake for hours,
and in seconds I'd have you dreaming of flowers,
you didn't let me in,
I send hot shivers along your skin,
you never could tell me no,
there is nowhere you can go,
I'll still love you,
you'll still love me too,
and I still set you afire,
to you I've never been a lier,
so just let me in again,
I'll dry you from the rain,
let me take away the pain,
let me hold you again,
Love, please. . . .