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 of 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.
.... Sleeping at Last