It’s something about the way you observe me,
And the way I gravitate to you.
The fond moments of us feeling free,
And knowing that we are far past due.
It’s something like well-founded reciprocity
And faith that life with you is the truth.
See, the challenge isn’t a crown or a degree,
Nor is it loyalty or the distance you or I must move.
In fact, it’s something more honorable and astute:
The want to show we are worthy of each other’s virtues.
A beautiful, poetic irony that shows what we know to be true;
Knowing we are end-game and working to provide the proof.
You’re the one I think of, whose voice is my favorite sound.
In this life, it’d be enough to travel the world and throughout town,
It’d be enough to protect each other with the sword and hold each other down.
Till death by bullet, old age, or gravity pulling us from the sky to the ground,
Baby, I want you around.
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