There's something more to affection,
far deeper than the butterflies.
There's something other than a feeling
that makes up what we call love.
There's a sense of reality,
far heavier than beauty,
a sense of truth,
far more profound than romance,
a sense of belonging,
far more intricate than just a feeling.
And you know you're made for each other
when your eyes meet,
and there's a glistening of reality,
a truth connecting your glance,
yet in that look, you are assured
you're meant to be.

If I had the chance,
I would brush the slits on your wrists
with the stroke of my fingers,
and still call you beautiful.

I love storms,
to the point where I would go out of my way
to chase them down.
If I find on the radar that it will miss me,
I'd drive to wherever it would next be,
get out of my car to stand in the rain,
and let the storm surge around me.
In the same way, I love you,
to the point where I would go out of my way
to listen to you all day long.
If I find that you're avoiding me,
I'd kindly step into wherever you'll next be,
get out of my comfort zone to stand in your rain,
and let your storm surge around me.
I wouldn't selfishly wear a rain coat,
but I'd bring an umbrella with me,
so you can step out of your storm,
if only just for a moment,
and stand with me,
so I can remind you of the calm
after the storm.