my you.

The night sky was brighter than before the rain fall.
The city didn’t smell so bad after.
You looked at me with platonic eyes. deeper than before. 
searching my soul. 
all around me. running through me.
leaving me bursting with the satisfaction of always having
my you. 

"Your love is a symphony, all around me, running through me, your love is a melody, underneath me, running to me, your love is a song."
-Switchfoot