For your love of being so pure and intangible
I fell foe someone so different from myself
Yet so much the same that it hurts
I don't know what you see in me
Holding you in my arms makes me believe
That you are real and mine
So tangible in my grasp, but yet intangible
When I don't take the chance to get you
Your love is mine and I hold on to it
The best I can you hold on to mine
With the firmest grip in the world.
