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Oct 2016
I thought I knew the meaning of love until I glimpsed a light in your eyes

On a silent, cloudy night in July
Climbing on top of train tracks
Trying to kiss the sky

Inhale smoke vapors
You didn't owe me any favors
But by my side it was you I could always find

On a cloudy July night
I used to gaze outwardly at galaxies through window panes
Pain surfacing in my mental picture frame  

Never did I think any beauty could surpass that yet now I have to take those words back because looking at you baby
that's fantastic

The glow in your eyes consumes me like the dark night sky

Your eyes
Oh
Your eyes
A map in disguise

The light that always continues to shine
To guide
To rid me of my pride and walk by me with every stride

With words I'm trying to define and describe an impossible reality reflected so realistically

Your heart pulsing next to me washes over these sheets with ecstatic beats

Breathing like rhythm and prose our bodies compose a melody sweeter than a rose but just as deadly to the touch

I give and I get yet I can never get enough of your touch
It just means that much

When it comes to the top it's going to be tough and when the going gets tough
The love we share is more than enough

No matter what I'm not
I know who I am
Know I'm proud to stand beside you
Your woman
Not a would have been
Could have been

But a story unfolding so beautifully
Something so new to me
How do you do this to me

I plead insanity
Pray it won't end in tragedy
I once was blind but now I see the world through new eyes when you're staring back into mine
Hypnotized by a feeling so divine

How sweet it is to be thine
Surpassing time and shining in the moment for we know we can't freeze it or hold it

All we have is now and what we have is golden
I'm just praying and I'm hoping that I'll always be yours for the holding

Baby you are the whole thing
The sun
  The moon
    The stars
      The whole thing

And when the youths are revolting
I'll hold you down
It's no thing

I'll be there for you through
Fall
   Winter
     Spring
        Summer
          The whole thing
Every good and perfect gift is from God.
Leahamarie Michelle
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