No one can love you the way that I do. I can, Decipher the codes on your finger nails Never painted Because you can be beautiful without it. I can, Make you laugh When you’re too close to crying And you have no energy left To lift you back up. I can make heaters out of my hands When you are cold, And lyrics out of my love Because no one can love You the way that I do. I can make you feel comfortable enough Until you realize That you should’ve felt insecure. I can, give you promises That will cut parts of my heart And I will keep them Because I like my new heart Even better that way; I can talk to you. I can talk to you. I can talk to you until we run out of water And fresh juice To nourish our mouths And even then, I would still have more to give, I can talk to you At midnights and early mornings Until our eyes Are but seeds Watered by the burning droplets of rain Over the oceans of emotion over flowing between us. I can listen to you, I can hear your words Like your heart was tapping On my inner soul And my heart opens the door And tells you “I know what you mean” I can listen, To the silence in your eyes As they speak to me I can listen, To the depth of your soul I can listen to that burning fire of yours. That vividness. That rage. That triumph That fervor That love That pride, That vulnerability, That, and all that aside No one can love you The way that I do.