To gaze in your direction Should your eyes divert to provoke me. Or, in the distance, The horizon you seek of Would have me waiting there for you And none other.
To listen your notes; The pitch, the melody, The songs you pen for me. Whether it be in tune with mine, Compared to other men; The wolves that hunt you for your flesh.
To take in your breath; Every ounce of air from your lungs, A self-destructive fallacy, Your troubles folding in on you. As if the perspiration compels me To make you feel whole again.
Until I'm sure, until my obsession Vanishes from the thoughts Of your attention towards me, The gears will turn for aeons, The tears will flow forever, The sadness will overwhelm me.
Until then, I'll be sure to be Your other half as destined.