Infactuation turns to growth,
The realization that we aren't as perfect as eyes let on,
We rise as the touch of each others eyes transcends the heavens,
We fall as the calmness of our voice turns to shout,
The fights get more intense as faith becomes the answer,
Heaven sent as without you I couldn't begin to exist,
A fast pace comes to a steady speed as we become lost in each others touch,
A brief moment when sound becomes action,
As the troubles of today melt into the sheer bliss of your smile,
Although pleasure becomes pain,
We're ordinary,
Heaven soon becomes hell, night soon becomes day,
As we make up along the way,
The gift of you is reason, as purpose is to become greater than what we are,
A silent vow that speaks each time our eyes pass,
We love then we hate,
As each flaw builds something so perfect,
Irreplaceable,
As each breath that slips through your lips,
Which direction do we go if each direction leads back here
Soon to turn back to infactuation,
As through your flaws I see perfection
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