How can it be so wrong to love you?
When being loved by you is possibly the best feeling in the world
How can they tell me that my love for you is just a phase,
A mistake that they can pray away
When you and I are the only ones who truly know just how strong our love for each other is

At night I lie awake in bed
Tears streaking my cheeks
Like raindrops streaming down the stained glass windows of the church
As I pray for God to paint us into something holy

And when I finally fall asleep
I dream of your touch
Of your arms wrapped around me
I dream of how your lips would feel against my cold skin as you whisper sweet nothings to me  
Oh how lovely your skin would look in the moonlight
And to just be able to listen to you ramble on about anything and everything
Your biggest regrets, your proudest moments, your darkest secrets and in return I tell you my own
And we won’t even care because it will just be the stars listening in, collecting our secrets like tithing
Your voice is by far my favorite melody
Perhaps even more beautiful than the church hymns that I grew up singing
So my love, please do not wake me
For in my dreams is the only time that I can truly be with you the way that I long to be.