Crouching there, masked and robed, arcing that knife, you're all bark and bustle. So ready to pounce and clamber, so ready to romance, so ready for the fury and smother. Back when nothing mattered but you and me, it was always you. Goldeneyed, dark like dangerous waters, so coy, so tangled, your games were all known, all entered into, all played and replayed. Now, the tumult smooths, the moments familiar, the storms semi-transparent. Put away the blade, dear. You've cut me where it counts, you've got me right here, this love is for life.