His eyes look up at me,
they're filled with wisdom, love, and kindness...
His hands hold my waist,
for they tremble with memories of blood and rage.
His lips touch mine,
the lips that for so long only spoke of death and hate
You are my life
The essence of my soul
My unchained melody
The key to my heart
He is not the same man that he used to be
He is different now
He has changed.
You are the love of my life
My eternal flame
The thoughts that I think
Again an again
Those eyes that look at me;
the wisdom came from the many tears he's cried,
the love which came from a tragic memory of the past
The kindness from which in knowing what it is like to lose hope.
You're the puzzle of my heart
I count every beat
You're my reason for living
For taking each breath
As I ponder on thought
You bring warmth to my heart
Those hands,
the gentle hands that hold my waist;
they tremble from the weight of sword that has been forsaken long ago
You're my mirror of life
My reflection, my all
You're the wish in my heart
If cupid should call.
His lips
The same lips that once spoke of hatred and war,
now are filled with the sweetness of poetry, laughter, and song
The very same lips that fill my heart with warmth when they touch my own
Though his eyes are no longer filled with hate or sadness,
though his hands no longer carry a sword
His lips no longer speak harshly,
but when they touch my own
I could swear that Im dying