My love - Sara Bareilles

He bends his breath around my name,
And I am humbled, I feel small and plain.
But his arms are angels by his side.
You need not ask if they're open, just
How wide.
His lips are day, and his skin is night.
Oh, and with our love we conjure up the twilight.
His fingers are music to my soul
Aand I feel his song play everywhere I go.

My love, my love is on his way.

Can't wait to see the day I thankfully lay me down.

My love, my love is on his way.

I'm waiting patiently, but if you see me now,

My love, please, hurry.

He loves with rhythm, and paints with flame.

He comes in pieces with no name.

I won't need answers, I'll just know,

Cause I've read sonnets about his soul.

He can be ordinary in the best ways,

And still dance like a poet through everyword he says.

All that I never knew, can you see me now?

All that I never said, can you see me now?

He makes me crazy, he makes me cruel.

Oh, but I pray he makes me anything

But a fool.

My love.