He wraps his body around me and holds my head at that place
That space right between his arm and his face
Leaves my ear pressed against his beating chest
I hear his heart's pace
I pull myself closer and on my head he plants a kiss
I kill off the world in a flap of eyelids
Its just us, nobody exists
There has to be a word for this
Is this bliss?
In his voice I'm thrown in a zone of my own
It feels so natural here
I must be home.
I must've picked out these drapes and painted these walls
Colours burst out like his laughter
I've roamed these halls
Portraits display memories, the opening and closing of every chapter
In each I find a girl in a woman, a woman in a girl
Both lost in a man and a possible happy ever after.
I know a thing about love
He took a piece of my soul
Filled the void with a portion of his and again made me whole
These feelings enslave me
They're projected in my talk, my walk
I feel like one when he calls me baby.
Everyday my smile sings of a new song
A new beat, a tune I ached to hear for so long
My emotions render me weak yet I've never felt so strong.
I know about that feeling when he's not there
My vision's suddenly impaired
And I hate my arms for its inability to draw him near
So I hold on to his lingering scent and replay time spent
Settled on my imagination, I'm content
For soon I trust he'll be here.
And when he arrives I cater to him
Like too much is never enough
Because I know about this feeling
And I believe this thing called love
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