I must admit that you pulled a fast one on me,
I was wild, untamed, nomadic and yet you just had to home me,
Cook for my soul and feed my spirit that was hungry inside,
Walked right past my smile and wiped the tears that I've cried,
You heard her tell me to cry a river that's why you went a got a boat,
And just when I was down, out and discouraged your words gave me hope,
Your lips gave me a reason to kiss again,
Your hips met my grip and we danced as friends,
In the end it seems as though we find ourselves at the beginning,
Even though we are beyond lovers something seems fresh about us, unfamiliar yet friendly,
You actually get me,
I never have to explain any of the big words I use,
If its broke I would usually fix it but you came with your own tools,
Your head on my chest as if there was no better place for you to rest,
As we lay under out force field all attacks on us become redirected,
Took something untouched that was never done and perfected it,
As soon as your heart answered mine I ran with it and never questioned it,
Truth of the matter is nobody is supposed to be here especially you,
And yet here I am in this bed lying next to you,
I'm not supposed to feel love like that the love that I write about,
I'm not supposed to see the sun when I look outside and its night out,
I Sincerely Hope Immortality's Touch,
Will allow me to live and die in your arms and their impenetrable clutch,
I turned around and saw an Angel flying toward me with tears,
Streaming down her face from disappointment through the years,
I asked myself who would make an Angel cry or touch a butterfly's wings,
Whose soul is so dirty that they could do such a thing,
In the long run I have to thank them because now that Angel is my own,
Direct connection with God who I have on speed dial on my phone,
I"m not supposed to be in love right now I'm supposed to be alone,
So I thank you for giving this untamed nomad his hope back and a home...
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