For every day away,
the weight of waiting weighing us down.
The shame I have for being off guard.
I’m sorry, Darling. 
You, deserving the world,
I, in shambles.
You, inspiring.
I, a lucky witness.
But we believe.
We see it in our eyes.
Yours: sweet serenity, so sincere, a barrier of fear. 
Mine: A telling blue, that yearns to hold you near. 
We feel it with our skin collision escapades. 
When your lips latch to mine so softly, 
Just like the time you coaxed me out
and I said “it” so soon. 
Just like the times when the tears leave my eyes, 
hearing your songs a foot away. 
I meant it all. 
Every touch. 
Every kiss.
Every hope.
Every wish just to help you. 
To have you in my arms, 
to keep you safe from harm,
to let you know you’re always seen, 
deserving of the sweetness
that dreamers always dream. 
Yes,  of course it feels obscene,
But wouldn’t living a dream?
I don’t need a compass to show me where I’m going.
Your arms feel like home. 
Your arms, they are home.