Two souls of cream and stone amidst my poems.
In your eyes, all my hypochondria finds peace.
I've tried avoiding love but I was shredding meat.
There's less fear in letting each other go than in falling in love.
And now my soul unwraps the presents.
It feels free between your hands.
There's a sacred place here for us both, it's called heart.
My eager soul stays here to breathe.
The sky has no clouds because
it trusts your eyes while you look at me,
and I'm no longer afraid.
I've been inside a black well with dark water,
convinced that raw pain has no cure.
But later I've found three squires looking somewhere else:
the time that goes by, my inner strength and your love.
And now my soul unwraps the presents.
It feels free between your hands.
There's a sacred place here for us both, it's called heart.
My eager soul stays here to breathe.
The sky has no clouds because
it trusts your eyes while you look at me.
There's a sacred place here for us both, it's called heart.
My eager soul stays here to breathe.
The sky has no clouds because
it trusts your eyes while you look at me,
and I'm no longer afraid.
And I'm no longer afraid
if you're near me.