I would be lost without her.
She remains.
I would be lost without her.
She is the stillness to my hectic heart.
She remains.
In the indiscretion of a year’s creep…
The liquid ebb and flow of love’s bondage.
A walk on water.
In the tranquility in which life…seeps.
I will never fully understand.
Never completely know.
Just the exact tone to love…as it grows.
I would be lost without her.
She remains.
