Here's the thing:
You make me happy
and my mind abundantly clear.
You've washed away my fear.
The fear of falling - heart first into a
deserted
wasteland.
Instead of denial, you grab my hand.
I've never met such a man - the kind that means it.
You speak to me with your fingertips.
Tracing and grabbing on every inch.
I want to run, and I can't comprehend it.
You're everything that is pure and true.
I'm afraid of putting my happiness
into you
my only bitter truth.
Conversations flow like a broken dam.
Take claim to your land.
If the water gets rough and your hand tough,
I'll always remind you.
You're more than good enough.
