Lost Love

We fell asleep as lovers do, Listening to the raindrops, Pitter patter on the old tin roof, Hands entwined, Souls secretly smiling. I trembled for his touch, His fingers, just like a poem, He had my whole heart, so did he, An exclamation point, At the end of my happiest sentences, I fell for him. I lost myself, My once troubled mind, Contrary to the norm, did not remind me of myself, A collection of dismantled almosts, A mess, chaos, He put me back together so well, That i forgot i was broken, I forgot i was me. Love, It was always something heavy for my weary heart, Something i had to carry, Something i had to bare, But my prince made me crave for this burden, And now, As we lay here, All he does is play his music, And all i want to do is to hear.