Sometimes it feels like even if
Every inch of my skin was touching yours
I still wouldn’t be close enough to you.

Call me obsessed, color me consumed
I’ve always been the type to notice
The smell of a rose in bloom,
But let me confess, this is new
You’ve stopped my heart, let it resume
And I, to finish, must tell it true
I’m high on your perfume.

You are my drug of choice
I know you’re no good for me
And though I swear my lips
Will never touch you again
Here we are, here we are.

Love starts as a feeling,
But to continue is a choice;
And I find myself choosing you
More and more every day.

You brought me to places
I’d have never thought to go
To a trail near the river
Where the water runs slow;
To a mountain where all we heard
Was our voices’ echo;
You showed me inward beauty
That doesn’t show in photos.

Let us love like the spark
Between flint and stone
In reckless abandonment,
Promising no eternities,
But promising only to seek out
Upon each day’s sunrise
Something to choose to love
In each other.