You are my beat,
a part of me on permanent repeat.
Just the thought of when our eyes meet,
gives me an an elation of pure defeat.
Nothing more to do than just be,
no biased judgement on what we see.
Just our minds set eternally entwined and free,
black-white, hate-love, up-down, agree-disagree.
I wouldn't change a thing about you, me... We.
From the external beat, to the inner workings of my heart,
you've made a special place from the start.
Close, touching, or far apart,
God has painted our paths on the same piece of art.
Even when one thousand pictures cannot tell the story in your eyes,
there's no disguise, no part of you that lies.
My soul slowly opens, loves, and cries,
for the chapter that may lead to the demise,
of all walls, opening possibilities in the heavens and skies.