I'll flinch when you touch me, I'll think it is him.
No it wont be love at first sight when we meet,
It'll be love at first remembrance,
Because I've seen you in my mothers eyes,
When she told me to marry the man I want to raise my son to be like.
Every revolution starts,
And ends,
With your lips.
What am I to you?
I wish you'd ask me this,
Just so I could,
Place my hand is your lap,
And tell you that you are,
Every hope I've ever had in human form.
My favorite thing about you is your smell.
You smell like earth, herbs and gardens,
A little more human than the rest of us.
I know,
I should crumble for better reasons,
But have you seen yourself?
You bring the sun to it's knees every night.
You are the faint line between,
Faith,
And,
Blindly waiting.
