I can't keep the rain from falling
but I will hold your umbrella

and if you feel the need
to get a little wet
then we'll dance in the rain
together

you always say
that it feels like you’re older
because you protect me
and I’m shorter than you

but when I am with you
in your arms
I don’t think about our ages
or the difference between them

I just feel timeless.

you think
that i might be
the one.

i think
such a beautiful thought
has never crossed
such a beautiful mind.

I stood there
admiring the colors  
pondering the angles and curves
what secrets lie within their contours?
what tales hide beneath their whorls?

what stories of old
are held captive
in the strong lines
and delicate curves

maybe the love of a knight
for an unattainable maiden
is trapped in the bold furrows
and the depth of her yearning
for her beloved hero
is immortalized in the arcs of the brushstrokes

their story
one of passion and of sorrow
of torment and pain
blazes fiercely from the paint
scorching my heart

but what if there is no story to be held?
what is there is nothing behind the facade?
what if the painting is just a painting?

there is no meaning
woven into the canvas
brought to life through paint

it is just a series of lines and bends
a simple set of angles and curves.

you are my haven.

you bring me hope.
you show me that it gets better
that life can be beautiful
and laughter can be easy.

you bring me peace.
you are the dove bringing me an olive branch
soothing my worried and tired soul
and promising me better days.

you bring me love.
you give me your heart unconditionally
and hold mine within your chest
cherishing it with reckless abandon.

you bring me home.
you give me a place to rest
to leave my worries behind
drop my defenses
and just  l i v e.

you are my haven.

all my life
i have known turmoil
i have known pain
i have experienced betrayal
at the hands of those
who were meant to love me
to care for me

all my life
i have known worry
i have known fear
my anxiety is the devil on my back
crushing me with the weight of a thousand stones
stones that are my thoughts
a never ending monologue in my head
"you are nothing"
"you are not loved"
"you are not enough"

all my life
i have been alone
i have been afraid
i have fallen prey to hands and hearts
that only aimed to tear apart my own
i have been running from anyone and everyone
who tried to get past my walls
to know me

but now there is you
you sooth the turmoil
you relieve the pain
you have erased the betrayal from my memories
and care for me above yourself

but now there is you
you allay my worry
you alleviate my fear
you fight the devil on my back
and pull him off of me
you share my burden
and ease the weight of my thoughts
you give me a new monologue
"you are everything to me"
"you are the love of my life"
"you are more than I ever could have asked for
more than I thought to dream of"

but now there is you
i am not alone
i am not afraid
the only hands and heart i am in are yours
and they hold me with reverence
you don't tear me apart
you piece me together

you are mostly angles
and i am mostly curves.

the best paintings
have the perfect combination
of the two.

together
we are a perfect mixture
of sharp and soft.

like a painting
a living masterpiece.