some sort of love song;

hold on, you said. for you knew we would soon be falling, and you swore on everything you ever saw or knew, that you would catch me, pick me up, walk with me until we fell again.
i held your hand tight, never wanting to let go. and you said you would hold me, you said you would love me, until the end of time.
how illogical, of me to wait, wait for the end of the world, see if we were still together like you said we would be
i could have just stayed in those moments with you,
laughed with you,
sweetly, gently, made love to you, each kiss on the forehead a drop of paint on the canvas of what we soon, one day would be.
but rather than wait and watch the beauty between us, i moved forward, to the end, to see if your promise held true.
i love you, i do, i wanted to tell you, with you big blue eyes, staring straight into mine.
but i was shy.
i always was afraid to look people straight on, they see through my brown pools of liquid, through the mask, into my sould, see who i really was.
but i never really could honestly tell you how i felt,
so i looked you in the eyes, as long as i knew how,
until i was sure you could hear the nonverbals hidden there
to make sure you could hear:
"never leave me, take my hand, lets go far away. lets change our names, and forget everyone else, buy a little block house on the hill, and live happily ever after, alone, just us two, and our love, and your perfect eyes, deep pools of blue, looking into my soul, saying i love you."