Are there recipies?

how do you create love
from the awkward space
we share to dare
I want you to run
your fingers thru my hair
would you even care
to look into my eyes
see reflections of
long lost skies
my old lullabies
passion holds me tight
grips my soul
the lists controlled
its not that old
reissued with class
I can await the right mass
hold fast let this dream last