She is the Guardian of Joy!
           Look at her face, and you will melt in a smile of truth...
She is the Guardian of Joy!
           You will hear the voice of love in her cords...
She is the Guardian of Joy!
           You will be hugged with her warmth...
She is the Guardian of Joy!
           She will take care of your ease...
She is the Guardian of Joy!
           Because she is Lourdes the "Power" of a "Laugh"!

i like the way his beard looks when he hasnt shaved in a while.
rugged.
broken in.
but it feels like a solar flare on my cheeks and he kisses me like the world is ending.
the world is ending.
im not who i was.
all i can think about is his hand in mine and my hand on my heart.
everyone says you should see fireworks when he touches you,
but what if i see the whole ******* world exploding?
cities fall in a chorus of "he loves me, he loves me not" and i still havent figured it out yet.

And he is sunshine.
He warms me from the inside out,
like drinking wine straight from the bottle.
He smiles and a dove coos,
He laughs and I cry.
He whispers his dreams to the stars and they play it back to me like a record on repeat,
But at night the needle scratches and all I can hear are my own whispers of I love you,
I love you,
I love him.

He breathes like he needs me,
but he sighs like he wants me gone.
He's a hurricane, and the way he says my name feels like the eye of the storm,
But there's never enough rain to wash her kiss from his mouth.