He love me in all those times I cant find strength to love myself,
letting go of his idea of my empty screams, if ever I am to need him; his guidance, his help
to me he is like the sun with his radiating smile
with his UV eyes,
and despite our fights his hot skin would still warm me during the coldest of nights.
although my pride makes words like these ones remain dorment in my chest,
He.. makes them dance with fearlessness out of my mouth still, even admist this scary hindering doubt
about our life and our lifes route..
but you see his love for me always overcomes my shouts. the pettyness of one who feels weak in her needing
telling him go, and crying as he's leaving
my tugging, and clinging I think is what scares me the most
because I know love is not loud and that love does not boast
but oh do I love him, right down to his very soul
He runs himself through me as wind runs its way through my window screen
and fills me up
like white grape juice in my favorite blue cup.
and I always know *** with him theres never any resisting how he speaks, how he looks at me
I
feel like im the only girl existing
and I can never help to think, that
I must have been a saint in a past life, for this superman,
with his angel eyes
to ever consider taking this **** up
as his wife.