it's lovely to wake up to you every morning

we must have been lovers long
before we were born into this world
oh my love, full of lies and defenses
how else would i know you, were i not her?
the eye of the storm, the heart of the sea
they'd never understand - always disbelieving
while we stand as a mysterious spectacle
like the curious walk of waves vanishing.

thirteen that was my bane has now since changed:

each day, you are my waking sunrise
heaven, silver skin, voice rich in summer song
i may walk babylon gardens of eden
but only for your perfect imperfection i long.