Man of Clay

So perfect, so sweet
Skin soft and smooth
Hair like spun gold
Eyes blue, ever-loving
Mouth ever smiling

Words are too good
The proximity of you
Puts me in a euphoria so deep
I've found utopia in your embrace

But you are just a man of clay
A figure molded by a sculptor's knife
You are just a man of clay
By the gods given life

I hold you near
You make me weep
As I see my name upon your lips, I fear
My secrets deep
I've shown them all to you

But you are just a man of clay
Molded out of bits of earth
You are just a man of clay
Giving love to show your worth

I love you!
I don't care!
I need you!
My heart is bared!
Man of clay
Say that you're not shared!

I need you
save me
the love you gave me
Can it be real? Say it's real!
Please…don't listen…you can't just be…
A man of clay