With this love I possess, And may it reach deep enough To GROW that heart in your chest.
Let my mouth do the talking As my tongue does the rest, Sucking poisonous sorrow Straight form its depths. Freeing your veins From its dry spell, Unlocking your brain From where it dwells.
Let these fingers soften the skin That has been beaten And bruised, The healing must begin. Cut off all of what has died, Get back to the roots And reach up towards the sky Because all we'll ever need Is for that sun to fucking shine.
As we grow
Our love will rise, Bloom in to the air As we pretend to fly. Coloring with our love Until Its not just you and I, Soon one day At some point and time After nine months has gone by Our love will have GROWN Into a little child. .