It felt like forever, being bruised and battered,
Nothing was important and nothing mattered.
living a lie filled with hurt and abuse,
staying alive for other peoples use.
I didn't know what I was doing,
and I didn't know what for.
locked away in my room of pain, he unlocked my door,
he gave me hope when I couldn't take it anymore.
Finally, someone that doesn't just hear me, but listens,
listens to what I say,
values my opinion, and interprets it the right way,
he takes the time to understand, even if it takes the whole day.
Finally, someone that doesn't just see me, but looks,
looks right through me with those piercing eyes,
past my shell, past the lies.
loves what I love, respects what I believe, and despises what I despise.
Finally, someone that doesn't just touch me, but feels,
feels my fears, shares my hopes, realizes my dreams,
he lifts the weight off my shoulders, so I may rest,
he does it all with ease, like he doesn't even know how much it means.
Finally, someone I can't look up to, because he lifts me up higher,
makes me important and puts me above.
He makes me feel like I am enough.
If this is not it, then what is love?
