Your heart resembles an abstract painting.
Broken pieces spread all about.
But when I stand back far enough, I can see the image of a love devout.
I’m falling for you and the potential- for who you are growing to be
Why do we call it such?
I don’t want to fall. I want walk
I want to eat, sleep and talk…
I stand here ready with so much to lose
Dropping it all at your feet
You are my muse
Take from me
Because what you give back sets fire to my soul