It wasn’t your lips
Or your hips
Or the way you walked
Or the way you talked
Matter of fact I’m not sure
Exactly what it was
I just knew
I knew it was you
I knew you
My soul ached the same way
The first time we met
Back when I was Julius Caesar
And you were Cleopatra
And when we met again and
I was Frederic Chopin
And you George Sand
Now I am afraid to say
I recognize you
For fear of losing you

It wasn’t your lips
Or your hips
Or the way you walked
Or the way you talked
Matter of fact I’m not sure
Exactly what it was
I just knew
I knew it was you
I knew you
My soul ached the same way
The first time we met
Back when I was Julius Caesar
And you were Cleopatra
And when we met again and
I was Frederic Chopin
And you George Sand
Now I am afraid to say
I recognize you
For fear of losing you

Has it ever mattered?
The words that were spoken
Like stars falling from the sky
Straight into my esophagus
I regurgitated them into new lifeforms
We called them love and trust
But for some reason they acted more like
Deceit and broken promises
So I have to ask
Has it ever mattered?

Out of the entire universe, you were my favorite set of atoms.

I am an instrument of organs that was designed to love you with every fiber of my being and I have been waiting for you to come along and listen to what happiness sounds like.