Wasn't Supposed To Be This Way

/1/ Your's

Your soft simple touch to keep me guessing
Your lips on my forehead to flood me with warmth
Your melody to take me back in time
Your sweet chuckle to send me far into space
Your treat to make me believe you care
Your calming word to bring every existing emotion on display
Your joke to make me happy
Your game to keep me on the right side of paradise
Your arms around me to tell each it's alright
Your arms around me to tell that your love still exists
when it might not