The Requiem of Science, can not explain the charming silence beneath your words and from beneath your smile, where your perfect beauty forever lies. No distance can make the meteor of time, scream less for your soul to stay still and always stay safe at night.
All of spirits remain beneath the surface as all of love transforms our strength to grace us courage. I see your eyes every time I hear your voice, I feel your life everyday as you encircle joy.
There is no beauty in always having to be right the only beauty is in hearing you speak softly late at night Before the storm, before the calm a picture of your voice A breeze so softly hinted psalm.
No echo or illusion, nothing but distance and a little time Can keep me from loving you, in your beauty where it forever lies.
I hope someday to not be left, with regret for having never met. I hope someday to walk with you, down fields and by a lake or two. I dream to tell you, for you mean more than any other has meant before. To laugh and talk and cry for cover, so late at night as we begin to fall into each other.