Sleeping At Last
I've waited a hundred years.
But I'd wait a million more for you.
Nothing prepared me for
What the privilege of being yours would do.
If I had only felt the warmth within your touch,
If I had only seen how you smile when you blush,
Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough,
I would have known what I was living for all along.
What I've been living for.
Your love is my turning page,
Where only the sweetest words remain.
Every kiss is a cursive line,
Every touch is a redefining phrase.
I surrender who I've been for who you are,
For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart.
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours,
Well, I would have known what I've been living for all along. What I've been living for.
Though we're tethered to the story we must tell,
When I saw you, well, I knew we'd tell it well.
With a whisper, we will tame the vicious seas.
Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees.
Now, the kiss being compared to a cursive line… how is a reader supposed to feel? Well, as we could imagine, a cursive is composed of strokes and curls and every adjective that brings you this unexplainable light feeling. Mm-hm? Right now I could imagine how the speaker’s world slows down as his lips touches the other’s and all the emotions are being suspended in that very moment.
The redefining phrase as being compared to the touch, on the other hand, gives me a sense of excitement. Given that “every touch” means a “new definition”, the line appears to me as a firework display which brings me to awe with...