Thinking Out Loud

Here I am

lying underneath

this blanket of stars,

thinking of things

that I wanted to see.

I thought of places

and scenes,

of majestic ruins

and their myths,

but I'm willing to 

give it all up

just so I can see 

and feel the small things 

that make you real.

To watch you breathe, 

the steady rise and fall 

of your chest as you sleep.

To hold your hand and

touch the pulse in your wrist,

as my other hand feels the beat 

of your heart beneath my palm.

To hear you whisper my name

softly in my ear,

as your warm breath fondles my cheek.

It's only these little things 

that matter to me now,

just to remind me that

what we are is real.

And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways

Maybe just the touch of a hand

Well me, I fall in love with you every single day

And I just wanna tell you I am