January 4, 2012

• 2012 turning page

  I've waited a hundred years
  But I'd wait a million more for you
  Nothing prepared me for the privilege of being yours
  If I had only felt the warmth within your touch
  If I had only seen how you smile when you blush
  Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough
  I would have known what I was living for
  What I've been living for

  Your love is my turning page
  Only the sweetest words remain
  Every kiss is a cursive line
  Every touch is a redefining phrase
  I surrender who I've been for who you are
  Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart
  If I had only felt how it feels to be yours
  I would have known what I've been living for all along
  What I've been living for

  We're tethered to the story we must tell
  When I saw you well I knew we'd tell it well
  With the whisper we will tame the vicious scenes
  Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees

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