She wants to be loved
with an honest tongue,
devoted heart
and exclusive eyes.

For some it was poetry
   For me, it was bits and pieces of you
   More of you...and less of me
No, it was everything about you

And I asked that you love me more than I hate myself
That's a tall order
A request that one may think is impossible
But you looked me in my eyes
With a fierceness that could set out forest fires
And through your parted lips
You whispered
I already do.

I've always liked quiet people;
You never know if they're dancing in a daydream
Or if they're carrying the weight of the world