This is the core
it's the inner most feeling
it's the stuff dreams are made of
and sends emotions reeling
It's the first blossom of Spring
It's a baby's first breath
It's when I first realized
that we won't part even at death
because at the center of it all
is my heart. Bruised and battered
yes, but still whole. And I thought
that to have another love, never mattered,
but it does in more ways than I can logically
express...But that's ok, love doesn't have to
make sense, it just is. It happens sometimes
when you least expect it. It enwraps you,
blanketing you, so tightly that it's hard to breath
at first, and then you learn that love is just holding
your hand, and that's fine. Just another chapter
of emotions, experiences, and sharing unfolding
taking you and me and all our unique nuances,
of which there are many, and turning the mixture
into...we. It takes time, I suppose for the ingredients
to blend just right, to mold a solid fixture.
Constructing the foundation of a relationship
that will withstand the test of time. So many deep sighs
as I inhale and exhale this still evolving spirit,
acknowledging the whims and the whys
of it all. And what will become of this.
For this is the core
It's the innermost feeling
It is love...and more.
it's the inner most feeling
it's the stuff dreams are made of
and sends emotions reeling
It's the first blossom of Spring
It's a baby's first breath
It's when I first realized
that we won't part even at death
because at the center of it all
is my heart. Bruised and battered
yes, but still whole. And I thought
that to have another love, never mattered,
but it does in more ways than I can logically
express...But that's ok, love doesn't have to
make sense, it just is. It happens sometimes
when you least expect it. It enwraps you,
blanketing you, so tightly that it's hard to breath
at first, and then you learn that love is just holding
your hand, and that's fine. Just another chapter
of emotions, experiences, and sharing unfolding
taking you and me and all our unique nuances,
of which there are many, and turning the mixture
into...we. It takes time, I suppose for the ingredients
to blend just right, to mold a solid fixture.
Constructing the foundation of a relationship
that will withstand the test of time. So many deep sighs
as I inhale and exhale this still evolving spirit,
acknowledging the whims and the whys
of it all. And what will become of this.
For this is the core
It's the innermost feeling
It is love...and more.