Hands of sunlight are what I awaken to each morning
As each finger slowly tightens and caresses, rays of sunlight transfer from you to me
The way you shift in bed still half asleep, and giggle as skin tickles skin
Ecstasy isn't even a word which can describe how happy you make me
Hands of sunlight are what I awaken to each morning
And warmth exudes from each and every fingertip.

You're the first flash of light after the darkness
A needed breath of air after almost drowning
The calm before the storm, and the rainbow after it passes
Some define serenity as the state of being calm, peaceful, and untroubled
I have no words for it, but with just a picture of your smile I just might feel ok.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words
But when I looked at you last night I was left speechless
Shortness of breath to an extent never before fathomed
Like a hundred marathons being ran in the winter
Or the grip of some ethereal being stealing my last breath and leaving me grasping for air
With every step you take, flowers blossom
And every smile you give, radiates a warmth which could rekindle a star
Maybe a few times in your life will a person be able to see the Mona Lisa
But everyday I see you, I see art in motion.

Often I ask myself what's worse the endless darkness or loneliness in its most extreme variant
A darkness so potent not even sound could pierce it's ever encompassing embrace
And your voice is the one melody I need to hear to break free and feel lights warmth once more
A loneliness so severe even when in others company nothing quite compares to time spent with you, and furthermore that doesn't begin to compare to the times we spend alone together
But even on the darkest and loneliest nights
Opening my eyes to your visage is unlike any other sunrise or surprise even if I knew you'd be there
And once again I know everything is and will be fine, when I'm next to you.

I don't know what's worse the darkness or the light
Because I lose who I am in the darkness
But the light shows me just what I've become
And I feel like I'm stuck spiraling down a bottomless whirlpool
Clawing at the currents, being pulled down by the quicksand
Too fast to get back up, but slow enough to feel and regret every choice I've made up to this point
My best is never enough at the moment, but in retrospect I've been told it's more than satisfactory
But that's not enough for me, is instant gratification too much to ask for?
Not a pitiful "you're doing just fine" when they see me self destructing
Not a last throw of compassion when they see me fighting my fear to fall
Every day the light makes me hate myself more
And every night the ever embracing darkness just seems that much more tempting.

It was all so simple and easy to make feel forbidden
Not like we were not supposed to see each other, but it was so much more fun to make it feel that way
Secret rendezvous and midnights where we would frequently sneak out to see each other
Some nights we skinny dipped in the neighbourhood pools
There were others when we would break into deserted buildings
And not to mention all the times we climbed the tallest of buildings
Every second with you was and adventure, and I craved your love the way my heart craved the adrenaline
You were my everything like each sunrise to the next, and I completed you like each and every sunset
Yet perfection isn't so easily obtained
And yet perfection isn't so easily obtained.