since I’ve been loving you,
no scene, no film, can capture nor grasp what I have,
capture my world,
the light that goes through the lens to another,
is the same that shines straight from mine to yours,
yet no filter, no refraction,
just my attraction,
to you, watch as you try and break down in fractions,
the thoughts in my head,
like a false critic,
an audience, infiltrating its perspective into a star role,
well you watch, but don’t understand,
that’s alright,
still take my hand,
I’ll show you, through my own lens, the true,
then you’ll see,
I, the tide that roam the blue,
seeks you, my wind.
Before I’d been loving you,
I'd always wondered what kept them moving,
waving,
filming,
now it is as clear as day,
even amongst fog
you see,
sway as one,
but dance as two.