Laying next to you,
I yearn for your warming touch,
when I know that my heart can't take it,
and this feeling is getting to be too much.
Yet your slow breathing seems so soothing,
I wish it my symphony to my play,
your lips leave me breathless,
there is truly nothing to say.
I wish your movement,
would edge you closer and closer to me,
for one split second that we touch,
happiness I can achieve.
My mind keeps saying,
if there is nothing now there was nothing then,
but my heart tells me,
why would you want to share space with me in the same bed?
Yet your breathing still seems to calm me,
finds the still in my raging sea,
and I wonder if in your dreams,
I could ever be.
You are the soundtrack to my life,
you are the genre in my love,
you are the perfect symphony to my ears,
for this split second my sadness does not seem so tough.