The movement of your smile-
It ripples through my soul.
The greatest story ever told, 
Is the gold that you unfold.

I'd like to hold your hand-
Feel the movement of your skin,
But only if you let me in

Not a moment before then.

I'd look up at the sky
I'd gaze upon the stars,
And never have to travel far
To reach the surface of your heart.

I would give you my whole heart,
But I feel that you should know;
the pain of holding onto you,
Would be the same as letting go