He is..
a flower in the winter time
my pen to this paper
the smile of an old lady
the song you love to hear on the radio
you realise when,
he tells you he thinks about you
holds you in his arms as if to never let you go
he looks into your eyes and sees who you are
when he loves your imperfections
you feel for him..
comets, firing across the galaxy
ever increasing speeds
an ever burning candle
the deep end of the ocean
he can't help but be himself
i don't care, no i wouldn't dare
to fix the twist in you
why would i want you to be
anything..
bar who you really are
i love you.
always and forever..
