As the waves relentlessly seek the shore, so my thoughts continually return to you.

And if the stars should ever die, we'll make our own light, you and I.

And if we never visit Paris, that's okay. Your heart is my exotic destination every day.

The way our fingers intertwine feels so natural and right; as if our hands hold memories of meeting in a thousand other lifetimes.

Who was it that hurt you,stole light out of your eyes?Cut a hole in your heartand let the love drain dry?Who was so damn careless,to leave you with such scars?Where will you find healing?Right here, within my arms.

Strangely incurious, her lovers from before. She has worlds within I'm longing to explore.

I hear your voice, and all feels rightwith the world again.

You make me feel at home in my own skin, and that is one of the greatest gifts anyone has ever given me.

I am no blank slate for love to write on.My heart has walls marred with cracks,bloodstains, and bullet holes;graffitied over by past lovers.