I am a foolish man, filled with butterflies in my chest. Pages of thoughts rush towards my head. Creating dreams in my thoughts, my heart beats in a rhythm of passion as lighting splits the sky. These nights end in a fury of light. I create passion in my heart. My dear, I will fight to the death for you. Let me fight. This state of panic ends with you. My sickness is cured and this night is our. Take my hand, press it towards my chest, and feel my pulse. I play this lullaby in my head remembering the thoughts. I am the process of love, and I cannot be killed. I sing this to you, till you sound asleep.