…These Hands Will Fly You Home.

And I could fill these pages up with words of your description.
They would speak of the beauty you possess,
Gleaming from your mouth, your eyes.
And I could sit here on this Pasadena hill with you and look upon the city lights,
while we indulge in the jazz inspired melodies that play through the night.
There’s something quite warm about this summer night… and sweetie, it’s not the weather.
And since honesty seems to be the tone I cannot lie of how you’ve taken me by surprise.
I could stare into your eyes and not look away until you do.
I still wouldn’t though.
You absolutely amaze me.
Simply, because I don’t have to say a word to know that you know.
With a quick steal of your stare, I know that you know.
With the way you hate to say goodbye.
And I feel like I’m cheating.
Looking ahead a bit.
Glancing over the cliffside.
I can see your grace. Your absolute presence.
And I’m simply lucky to see how much beauty one person can have.
It’s almost as beautiful to watch.
And that smile never dies. That smile is contagious.
And I crumbled under “Reason and rational.”
But things should be dealt without logic.
For logic provides questions but hearts provide answers.
And I apologize for kick starting the whirlwind.
I never meant to confuse.
This King of Hearts was simply frightened.
Could I provide?
But what would you do if you found a golden egg?
…away from its mother?
You’d do everything to make sure it got home safely.
But I am your home.
And it doesn’t matter how fast it took you…
Just how you got home.
Safe and sound. Safe and sound.
Words are simply words.
Response is everything.
Trust your protection. Trust in the absence of all doubt.
Trust that I am present.
You see, they’re always going to find ways to keep us down.
As if we must put on some show to all those who’d rather see us frown.
It’s us against the world.
You are safe in these hands and…