I’m fine, but you’re hurt, so I’m hurt until we’re both fine

But when I’m hurt, I know it’d hurt more to be the reason you’re not fine

I live in fear that if you hurt because of me, I’ll be the reason that you’re not mine

Then we’re both not fine

I love speaking to you, I love to listen

If I’m to be your rock, I have to glisten

An endless creek of unfollowed wisdom

Is needed, to keep you in my kingdom

If given the choice, I’d want to support you forever

I believe this communication can bring us closer together

In every short silence I begin to miss you

In every passing moment, I just want to kiss you

Is this too good to be true?

All this bliss—am I able to bring the same to you?

If it’s all the same to you

Just know that I would change for you

In the Savannah that is this life, you are my oasis

With you, I would never feel envy, or beg to switch places

In the Savannah that is this life, you are paradise

But I’m ever so honored to say the one that’s mine

Is a celestial body—so divine