All Of The Things I Wanted To Say.

My love, you are a magician. How you wrap your lips around a thing that should have been dead along time ago. 
When we grow old and you can no longer remember my face I will meet you for the first time again and again. 
I want to keep all of your suns and save one for later. 
Like my grandad used to say it doesn't take a whole day to recognise sunshine. 
You're fighting flames that will not keep you warm. Stay with me and we will sit a while and pretty soon I will see your smile. Let me carry your burden. 
For I have seen the best of you and the worst of you and I choose both.
No matter how wide you stretch your fingers you're can never catch all of the pain you want to heal.