Gliding through a field of ice, hands too frozen to climb, a beautiful mess of a shipwreck, diving through confusion to the parts that still make sense, all the pieces spell out your name, but what I wouldn't give to see your face The reflection in the water enough to pull me under, wound around you tighter than a spring, the only life line keeping me from floating out to sea It gets harder to remember what I've already memorized, gave them a smile, but saved you my eyes, digging through the debris to find what's left of me because I get lost in your look, now you're all I can see Too deeply involved to ever get out, but the ocean deadens sound If I go down, then we go down together, because I remember what you said when the horns were blowing, push through the storm, until it gets better, and then keep going.
I fall in love with him over and over again everyday It's not a choice I make, it's the way I'm made My love would have killed a weaker man.
On Sunday, we do nothing with no time to lose; Monday I chase away your blues; By Tuesday, I'm drunk on the pain of missing you; I don't want to talk about Wednesdays too soon; Now, I know on Thursday you've got something to do, and Friday I wait by the mailbox for you, so Saturday is always something new.
I have a thousand images of you in an hour; all different and all coming back to the same… And we love. And we’ve got the most amazing secrets and understandings. Noel, whom I love, who is so beautiful and wonderful. I think of you eating omlette on the ground. I think of you once against a sky line: and on the hill that Sunday morning.
And that night was wonderfullest of all. The light and the shadow and quietness and the rain and the wood. And you. You are so beautiful and wonderful that I daren’t write to you… And kinder than God.
Your arms and lips and hair and shoulders and voice – you.
2 October 1911
He's seen me at my worst, knows me better than any book, hands-down dragged me head-first, speechless when he gives me that look We were always leaving, catching each other out the door, never saw him coming, I crashed right through the floor, yes, no, and maybes, and have I seen you here before Images waiting on words with nothing left to say, we were staring at each other, blank looks on our face, unreadable expressions, we couldn't turn away A landscape of us when the words won't come, an infinity when the limits of love are none.
Saying goodbye has only broken my heart about a dozen times so I started saying goodnight Let's do it again turned into asking for one more time, begging for another ride He was teaching me how to fly, I was learning how to cry I remember waking up and taking off, wondering if I could have ever held him enough.
I have no life but this: loving you into the depths of madness.
This is how an angel cries, walking home under neon lights, on the corner, a man screams into his phone, whatever it takes, just bring her home Frost on all the windows, shops closing up for the night, still a long way to go, but she's not going home tonight This is how an angel cries, walking home under neon lights, on the corner, a girl in all the wrong clothes screams into her phone, please pick me up and take me home And it's a travelled road if you've been here before, all the freedom in the world with no place to go, running until you run out of road.
His face between my hands, asking for one more dance, hoping this night won't end Wandering through a reverie, absorbed by the revelry, lost in his eyes again, the room turns as we spin The park at dusk, his arm, my touch, the song in my soul, the way breathing comes so natural in solitude and peace, my heart, his sleeve, dazed by the memories Lamps lit by one spark, at home before dark, long drives and small talk, daylight fading into night stars Dandelion wishes around bonfires, kissing in the kitchen and long-held desires, the truth comes out between my lips, I am in love, that's what this is...
When two souls, which have sought each other for, however long in the throng, have finally found each other …a union, fiery and pure as they themselves are… begins on earth and continues forever in heaven.
This union is love, true love, a religion, which deifies the loved one, whose life comes from devotion and passion, and for which the greatest sacrifices are the sweetest delights.
This is the love which you inspire in me… Your soul is made to love with the purity and passion of angels; but perhaps it can only love another angel, in which case I must tremble with apprehension.