You look at me and I feel it go all through me.
The love they talk about. The light that shines from my insides.
You look at me and I feel loved. I feel unstoppable and fragile. Like a newborn baby just opening its eyes for the first time, I see the world for what it could be. And I’m instantly afraid of losing it. Of losing the most precious feeling I have ever felt.
Your eyes, they tell me stories. They tell me paragraphs, they weave words into fairytales.
Fairytales that seemed unrelatable. Fairytales that seemed to be a faraway island that now you are a bridge to.
You love me so sure. You love me so pure.
It confuses my insides. It twists my heart.
I could have felt like this all along? And it took me my entire life to get to this?
But it’s oh so glorious! I wanna feel it all the more.
Wrap me in your surity. Don’t ever look away from me.
You look at me and I believe I can love myself.
That love was never difficult. Love was in fact inside me. Love is inside me.
It’s just silent sometimes. But it glows.
My darling, it glows so hard when you look at me.
It lights up the room. I am almost sure it lights up the entire universe. It lights up my universe. You light up my universe.
The way you look at me lights up my universe.