Turning Page
I’ve waited a hundred years.But I’d wait a million more for you.Nothing prepared me forWhat the privilege of being yours would do.
If I had only felt the warmth within your touch,If I had only seen how you smile when you blush,Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough,I would have known what I was living for all along.What I’ve been living for.
Your love is my turning page,Where only the sweetest words remain.Every kiss is a cursive line,Every touch is a redefining phrase.
I surrender who I’ve been for who you are,For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart.If I had only felt how it feels to be yours,Well, I would have known what I’ve been living for all along.What I’ve been living for.
Though we’re tethered to the story we must tell,When I saw you, well, I knew we’d tell it well.With a whisper, we will tame the vicious seas.Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees.