you are my fall
my winter
my spring
my mid summers dream
you are my right as rain
my no better thing
my reason to sing
my wings
have you not noticed
the way that I shine
when your eyes meet mine
I wonder sometimes
if the world should start spinning
from end to beginning
would you be mine
and can you not find
that place in your heart
the most precious part
where I would reside
make my home and abide
you are my net
of safety and still
the tightrope I walk
is stretched from your will
to my hopes and my dreams
to much greater things
to the love in your eyes
to the little white lies
we tell with our lips
when we refuse to admit
that this is more
than friendship