He loved..

i think he was in love with me
but only when i cried
he loved the quite tears
while i growled inside

he thought i was a drifter
and so he loved my shoes
the timid shadow following
when i would leave the room

he crowned me as his angel
then clung on to my wings
i was his cleopatra
he'd bow down to his knees

when i would dissapear
in fog of cold november
he crazed about my absence
not questioning my temper

i'd tell him only little
and never call him home
for that he loved my secrets
while polishing my throne

the little drops of sweat
that formed on crimson lips
he loved - the summer heat
for giving him a taste

i think he was in love with me
but only in the night
i was the haunting of his dream
and so he loved the light