The woman I love.

You think of things impossible, and I slip my hand in yours
We walk right beside the moon, it seems to follow us and we want to get lost.
There's a smile on your face as I surprise you with a tighter grip and then your warm arm around waist.
These winters have so much in store, like many others that went and many others waiting to unveil,
There's a way in front, wrapped by overgrown trees, we walk through that brown tunnel with no need of a light to guide us.

Many a days, there's this void that makes aware of itself. Without you, it grows.
Many songs, I wish to sing with you. For you. To you. In languages unknown, just for you to decipher.
Many people, tried to read and many attempted the letters that form us. Though they aren't able to, but they don't fail. We make sure that they don't.
Many nights, I have spent on my own and even a thought of them, petrifies me. Memories with your absence are like summers without color, and winters without warmth.
Many times, we fell, many times we crawled and dragged ourselves ashore. Many times we just stood there and laughed with the sunshine.

Grace, love, freedom and eternal strength we induce in each other.
Like the eyes feed the heart, you feed me with beauty and sense. I wish to be the same for you.
Years have simply washed themselves and left behind one thing. You. The one without this place makes no sense.
The one without I wish to disappear into darkness and alleys of sheer evil. And when I did once, you held me and ran through it with me.
No, its not perfect, nobody said it will be. But I have my woman beside me. And she makes it wonderful
Somehow. Anyhow.