There is something
so wildly broken
about her.

Love is a feeling that doesn’t necessarily need to be in every one of us,
but in each moment of our life.

Rough patches are like the rain.
Once in awhile they pour down in sheets.
Other times they sprinkle themselves sporadically.
No matter how they arrive,
dark clouds always clear
and sunshine returns.

Let's travel back in time to that first night
Where we danced in the dark under stars bright
Your hands on my waist, your eyes a blue glow
This love, I'm sure, we could never outgrow