the burning in my throat is a metaphor for existence
a metaphor for all the turning tides a metaphor for
you
You are the sweetest thing you are my compass when i can't find north you are a sense of belonging and the feeling of the earth under your bare feet
there is a surrounding sound ten thousand voices cheering your name each one of them belongs to me at different parts in my life telling you I love you
there is something in the way you smile that causes the earth to shake and my head to feel every fiber of my being in slow motion as to elongate your touch.
I could love you forever if you told me that's what you wanted I could see us on the tops of buildings dancing away the nights and getting lost behind a façade everyone else just keeps up for appearances
you are a soft sound in a world so hard and your comfort is something I seek as more than a remedy, a pillow on which I lay my head to rest on each night before I dream of you
you are an orchestra of perfected notes each cutting through you in a more direct way than the first blending and carrying on and filling the air and turning sound into life
you are a metaphor for all in the world that is better than bad, that spark in the darkness and the light at the end of a long tunnel
I think in you all hours of the day you haunt my mind like memories that are yet to play out and songs stuck in my brain on a repeated loop a chorus blended in such harmony not even the angels with their harps could compete.
you are the sensation of a sunset and the first of October and the crispness in an autumn evening you are my favorite star
you are mine to love and I with you will stay until you escape from me