Sleeping At LastTurning Page

I've waited a hundred years. But I'd wait a million more for you. Nothing prepared me for What 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. © 2015