I am in love
I guess it wasn't easy enough
But at least I had the chance to say I was
Was what? In love. What is that to be in?
Love to be described by the words that paint
Each and every torn page of a burned book
Locked inside the memory of those who have read it.
Read what? The description of love.
And their eyes burned at the sight
Their fingers trembled as did mine
At the description of love
No one felt it. No one felt the words on the page
No one felt the way someone had described it
Someone who for some reason believed
That they had the right to describe how I feel
Someone who for some reason believed
That they somehow had the same emotions as I did
The man who writes the definition can't love me
Because the love he sees and the love I see
Are the stars in the sky, my love and his
Shining bright amongst them giving us light
But I have my eyes on the brightest star in the south
He on the brightest star in the north
And we shall bicker and fight over which star
Which star is brighter then the others
And neither of us will ever win because
My southern star is the brightest and most beautiful in my eyes
And his northern star is the brightest and most beautiful in his
Because I don't see what he sees when I look at the "most beautiful girl"
But when I look at the one I hold dear, the most beautiful girl is what I see
Because our definition of love lies with how we feel
And only how we feel about the ones we love
Because the way people feel is as different and empty
As all the bright and beautiful and lonely stars in space
Waiting for someone to love them
Because no matter what star you see
As long as its the brightest to you
It doesn't have to be good enough for anyone else
Just as who is loved enough to be in your arms
Belongs in your arms not by another's definition of love
But by the reason it is you do love
Because everyone loves who they do for a differntly reason
The reason may be worded the same
But the reason I love and the reason you do
Even described with the same word
Is not how you would feel about mine
And is not how I would feel about yours
Because we are meant to fall in love with our perfect 4.
The one who is perfect 4 you.
Perfect 4 me.
Because love has no bounds by beauty or personality
But only by who we choose to love and let love us.