Love Songs To My Future Wife - 2

glassy eyed wonder I see you wasted because this world is not what we were promised you are a mirror and I am a black veil seeking a flame to guide me somber night song your voice is a mist among the trees unknowing nurturer unseen and held close I am the root blindly begging to be drowned when you descend so we may be joined forever and together free from waiting hand in hand we pull each pebble and walk until the desert ends your touch is autumn turning strength to gold and I am only here to strike the wind against your grace