That person who gets you, lifts you
As the stone that fits your hand does
Who loves you as the stone from your hand
Skims out across the sea, loves you so
Many times more
Than you can count
That
Person
Whose love seems older than the stone
Smoother than its perfect roundness
Whose eyes seem deeper than the sea
During the endless time your eyes
Meet. And the feeling
In your heart
Of that stone
That oldest
Perfect
Love
Skimming light, skimming fast
Skimming away
Away
As it fades
As it
Fades
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
That person who gets you, lifts you
As the stone that fits your hand does
Who loves you as the stone from your hand
Skims out across the sea, loves you so
Many times more
Than you can count
That
Person
Whose love seems older than the stone
Smoother than its perfect roundness
Whose eyes seem deeper than the sea
During the endless time your eyes
Meet. And the feeling
In your heart
Of that stone
That oldest
Perfect
Love
Skimming light, skimming fast
Skimming away
Away
As it fades
As it
Fades
