Uranium
When I thought I had you bagged in my pocket
I felt I was riding a nuclear rocket
Across the farthest reaches of the stratosphere
The simple things mean more when I hold your hand
I get lost in your eyes an I can barely stand
But my blood pumps faster whenever you are near
Love is neither about dominance nor control
Not about capturing of the heart and soul
I tell myself because that's what I need to hear
Equality, togetherness, security, sincerity
Input, output, fragility, sensitivity
I'll drop my guard, hold me and allay my fears
You shake my world, precious and uranium-dear.