When I think About Tomorrow I hope that you Are there So we can Together borrow All the time, we share Allowing little sorrow In our lives, times, To come near.
Sometimes who you are Is precisely what the world Needs to wake up love.
The plans made in time Became a sheer dreamy kind Of true written rhyme.
For this moment, Yours and mine Become together Fused, entwined, Defying fate, We relate.
I probably fell Into you much harder than Ever I should have, But you are a gift unwrapped, In the middle of my storm. Holding fast your hand I face my days in rescue From the wind and rain, Constant change that tries to turn Life inside-out, upside-down. You spin me top-like But only intoxicate Me in the feelings Arising when you are near When you show your tender care.
You cried your words, right, Into the heart of my life, soul, Answering was I Bound close as yourself to you I sang beauty in a voice I borrowed – starlight; The wind untamed took captive Every small moment I did not hide in pockets Protected from your unknown. Across many years I chased every pleasure found In other places, But each was lacking something Proven in your words to me. My nebulous thoughts Converge, enfold your body In a field tender As the minute sensation Of love, long-deferred, come due. Myself, my sight, is Frequent as light traveling Across space and time To portray your perfect poise Provided contrasting darkness. I have now become More than distant yesterdays; Music you wrote, soft, Upon the flesh, heart, dancing Beneath your strong, gentle hands.
The verdict is in; my Galaxy S8 does not require replacement. The battery has expanded and prised the back apart from the front. My guru can fix it, so that is one colossal expenditure I shall avoid. Thankfully my OtterBox has kept it together thus far. Another week of weirdness should be all the phone gives.
I get the feeling Your hands touching, soothing me Practiced perfectly, My reaction is in kind, Relatively well-balanced.
I cannot tell you I do not know all the words, For his meaning, see.
Love is no vague tale, It is solid as the selves shared With the two of us.
Sometimes you win all, Others you lose more than ought Fortunate are times When you discover graces You never dared to think real.