You use to be fascinated by love, asking after it as if it was a treasure map printed on the base of your spine: it seemed like everyone elses knew exactly direction to go , while you spun in circles. Looking for compass you swore was inside of your soul. His eyes were oceans free from tidal waves but complete with adventure and when he invited you to follow, dotted lines to where you heart lingered, He traced his fingers down your spine and told you, "it was going to be okay", till' a baby came and he drew away .