My heart calls your name.
Every beat creates a perfect rhythm to every letter of your name,
You say that's unhealthy but your point is easily dismissed,
It's as though metaphorically you're the reason I'm surviving,
And when I say metaphorically, what I really want to say is you're my reason to live, to love and to exist.
If not for you, I wouldn't be living.
If not for you, I wouldn't be loving.
And realistically if not for you, I wouldn't be existing either.
You were the note my sheet music missed,
The puzzle piece my heart needed to become whole,
And one thing my soul craved to console.
My heart calls your name.
My heart yearns for even just a sliver of your tender love,
My soul aches unbearably just to feel your touch.
You fit me perfectly just like a glove,
I miss you all the time, sometimes a little too much.
I longed for healing after what felt like never-ending hurt,
You helped me through my wreck, Even when I didn't think that my path could convert,
You cured my wounds and healed them with a gentle peck.
You lent me your blood to replace what I had lost,
and now my heart calls your name as a cost.
