and here, between the complicated mess of my existence
and the space between our faces that has measured some resistance
i find myself compassionate, like that, within a instance
i'm drawn to her precisely because of her insistence
love is not a thing that makes us worry about the past
it shouldn't be as hurried as though it wouldn't be as fast
but somewhere in there, something comes alive, and then at last
i fell in love her so brilliantly, like the click behind the blast
of opportunity, you see
it means the same to me
it's not what we've reflected
but the fact that we're connected
the you and me, the need
to feel the same way that i do
through the reason that we bleed
to the consequence it leads to
and so...
there's nothing that i'd rather do than spend another day with her
and nothing that i want to do than create another metaphor
and all i want to manifest is nothing but the best for her
and make everything better
for you, and me
and all it's meant to be
for now
forever
for us