Tattoo back the words of your mouth,
Into your vibrant eyes,
It's true,
Distance does make the heart grow fonder...
Or forgetful,
But I can't forget you,
You carved our destinys into an oak tree,
That's not yet to be knocked down,
Maybe A storm will come,
Tear it's branches away,
Leave it bare & naked,
Out in the open,
Like my love for you,
Me,
I stay quiet,
Though perhaps the violent storm is inside,
That'll come and sweep everyrhing away,
Like the breath of Gods nostrils,
Although I am no God,
The gospel retrieved all the good in me,
Stored it up,
For all to see,
How much you inspire.