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If the world is a somber, sorrowful place
And grief is all that fills my day
I would slowly but surely go insane
And try my best time smile in vain
But a beacon of hope has docked on my bay
Shifting and wobbling before anchors are laid
Hooking into my heart but I feel no pain
And that wild melancholy is gently tamed
It’s love: the red thread through the maze
leading me out the labyrinth of decay
and into the arms of a man whose name
never fails to get me fluttery and dazed
This love I feel shakes like thunder with rain
It floods my body and pushes against my veins
Sometimes it’s chaos running through my brain
Others, like I’ve been blessed by angels and saved
The mountains can break; light can be chased
Yet it’s soothing like a book and gentle case
A haze sunday morning on a pillow case
It’s quiet joy and all things great
A paradox nothing less than strange
And no words can quite capture its strength
Cold dawn air, waiting on the stairs
Watching the day break and the stars fade
Wishing you’ll come quick and not late
Impatient to kiss your lips and rub your face
And ask about what you ate for breakfast today
One day his love will seep into my skin
Drown my soft body deep from within
When that happens he’ll take my chin
Kiss and touch me until I’m limp
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With him by my side my every worry is heard
And beneath his gaze his love needs no words
He’s my dearest, my darling, and my universe
Whose endless quirks I have yet to learn
I’ve been a bird with melted-off wings
Drowning in love even when I’m asleep
Blazing afire in fever-dreams
Drunk on your love; unsteady on my feet
But now my wings are made of clouds
I breath your love and sleep so sound
That burning flame has now calmed down
I’ve tripped and fallen to the ground
Into your arms, and there I’ll stay
My soul becomes one with the waves
Nothing’s enough to celebrate
The way you’re real and here to stay
Mid September and it feels like spring
Just a girl but I’m his queen
Wondering if this is a dream
Happiness rushes like a stream
When the sun sets and the lights are dimmed
I collapse in bed with my tired limbs
The heart will jump and sing a joyous hymn
Of bright little memories I had with him
I say these words with full sincerity
Starved of love and I need your charity
I feign my strength and grit but verily
I long for you to come and carry me
So I can be part of your history
