In due time I will take your hand and walk us through the museum of us. scanning the wall of past dreams and souvenirs from memories untold.
Below, the floor is transparent, revealing our deepest fears- things that made us repel each other, and kept us from reaching full potential
  However, the end of this museum is the beginning
An all white room takes vacancy within us, waiting for the next chapter- for the tokens and trinkets to hang from the ceiling, recalling fonder times and thrills that made our skin rise
Things that will bind the past and present together  
   our hearts will be restrung and our bodies, made with thicker skin -
Love will inflate our hearts and she will introduce us, letting us feel without thinking this time. Letting us fall together