

I’m beginning to think
you were made just for me.
I’m in awe
of how lucky
one person can be.
To be loved through each compromise,
question, or qualm. To be sheltered from storm
and enshrined in the calm,
to be held.
Not like glass
but the end of a deal.
Not to be made to hurt
but to be encouraged to heal.
Never begged for forgiveness
but asked for permission.
And instead of excuses,
be offered contrition. (mmmmm) In each other we found it,
that thing we crave.
May it burn like desire
and break like a wave.
I will love you as long as my spirit draws breath,
And longer. For this kind of love
knows no death. (oh
yeah)
So patient, consistent, constructive.
And good seeking, not to cause conflict
but be understood
By the person I know
knows me inside and out.
Who can calm any storm and assuage any doubt.
In each other we found it,
that thing we crave.
May it burn like desire and break like a wave.
I will love you as long as my spirit draws breath,
And longer. For this kind of love
knows no death.
I’m yours for as long as
you’d like me to be mine.
And if you ask me I’m certain
for ever is fine.
(for ever is fine)