From the slight, unique slope of your ears,
Across the pale flowing curves of your cheekbones,
Down around your cute little chin,
To the tiny tip of your subtle flaring nose.
I have stared at you since day one,
Slowly, methodically mapping your face,
Etching it in my mind.
If only it wasn't the matters
Of age and time.
Encumbering baggage,
And being broken beyond repair.
And being broken beyond repair.
To have your touch,
Know your taste,
Hold you in my arms throughout the nights,
And know your every inch
Like I know your face.
Everyday I come to this wretched place,
And hope, dare say pray,
That you will be there too
So a little brighter my day.
And hope, dare say pray,
That you will be there too
So a little brighter my day.
