Nova

I’m set to leave, my soul on a wire, please someone set me free, in his eye’s amour, he wants to do right, he knows the score, rocks me gently, says everything ‘s fine, don't worry baby, the hearts of lost hordes, all lay entwined, around on my floor, glamorous, perfect, serene, he kisses me quietly, does what others dream, a perfect troubador, have I just died, and loll on water adrift on the tide?