John has a Good Heart, but

I lay my desire for the moon
Over your shoulders
And I will be the one
to give honey
for your lips

But do not let
the wind
Lay waste your brow
Maybe you can find your rest
Over my fields of roses

And I will gather all your fears
And take them far away
And I will be the amphora
In which you my place
Your saddest tears
But more, I...