You asked me if I could love
Your attention begs my understanding
And, yes I do
True fruits of divinity in a person are impossible
But they never met you
Or rather; us.
I’ll wait as long as it takes and I pray you the same
In a matter of time youll let me speak to your soul with my actions
And use little words but
And we’ll find ourselves where we never thought possible and
With be a gift neither of us foresaw or imagined we’d deserve
We’ll roll amongst the tide and beg for one last kiss with our eyes
And do it all again the next day.