Turning 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.