Turning Page

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.