We would lay together, life's puzzle had been solved
you moved me without touching, we spoke without saying a word
shooting stars and moon beams coveted the bluest of blues
each tiny flickering light held a promise so divine
It was exactly where we were supposed to be, a perfect symmetry
The tarot got it right, the oracle of late nights
The beauty of knowing that you were a part of my life
hurts me to the point of respect of appreciation
Hinders my logical thought, for without you my love
is the last place I ever wanted to be
I pictured an old couple that would someday feel the burden of love
but that someday well worth the years i had planned around us
Is it my fault for loving someone more than myself?