Are you aware of how you affect me?
Of the ways that you make me crazy
for you?

I could spend all day by your side.
And don't ask me, I can't explain it.
Not at all.

Except maybe I can,
I see the divine in you.
It ***** me in like a howling wind,
and I am but a feather caught
in the gusts and blows of
your storm.

(I think) this was the way it was intended.
Some sort of supernatural inclination
towards a bond so deep.

That's what we're always seeking, no?
And there isn't one fairytale that likens itself to us,
to what we are,
except maybe all of them.

Because all the love stories are the same (even in their difference).
The constant pull towards something stronger than flesh,
deeper that words,
and softer than lonely hearts
who've found in each other the force that heals sadness.

It's really all around.
In our hearts, written on our souls.
The divine in you is so attractive,
I can only see love for what it is,
to try and know love for who He is.

Something in you is so Good,
to me.

Because of Him.