Let's Be Real

To me, you are not the flame of cocaine to breathe in,
You are not the heroine needle beneath my skin,
No, you are not a drug for a temporal high.
To me you're beauty, breath, radiance and life.

Some will try to score you to ignore their self destruction
To escape their senses, their reason, to lose all function.
You're not the black market means to fleeting liberty to me
You're graceful compassion, curiosity within the depths to see. 

I don't recognize you as someone's back alley deal
a dirty well kept secret threat they must conceal. 
I see you true baby girl, with open beautiful zeal. 
Capable of love and wholeness if you'd let yourself feel...

... and if you'd will it,  let romance be real.