Her eyes make me believe in magic
But there are cracks upon those windows, I can see the damage
-she’s tragic
Yet I love this,
The fact that she is one in seven billion on this planet that considers me “standards”
I guess for all the wounds that I’ve to succumb to, she’s the perfect bandage
But she has wounds too
Deeper than my own yet she’s hiding behind
Those beautiful eyes
And camouflaged her cries with her infinite mind, besides…
I’ve got light years of love for her,
I guess it was only a matter of time
That I describe her as a measure of time
For when our time on earth is done, I’ll still consider her mine.