I know

the sun also rises,and there is still 40 miles to go
I can tread this water with out you
but i dont want to
Rain come slowly
nights in the grass dont have to end
you have stirred something in me that deserves you
It has called to you and you have answered
thank you for that answer
even if its not the whole question
like
where will you be?
when will you go?
A home is no more just four walls and a roof
a home is where I find rest, where i find comfort
where i find myself
my home wont be in the mountins, it wont be in the city
It will not be a house, on the lower east side
Or a boat, when the tide is right
no, my home is in your eyes, sitting on this blanket,
as the sun shines above us
these words drip from my lips like sweetened honey
"I love you, I love you"
and I love how your face still lights up when it rest on my shoulder
and how you waited for me to pray
I saw those tears fall down your face
the only thing I wanted to do, was crawl into you heart
and push all the fears aside, so when you look in my eyes
you feel alive