Birdie,
If I could get up for one reason, and that one reason alone
If I could see only 32 pieces of enamel, in the image of a smile
If I could view one face, or witness one laugh
If I could feel one head of hair or one person’s skin
If I could taste one’s lips
If I could smell one person’s scent, breathe in one person’s perfume
If I could hear one person’s voice, or even the sound of their feet hitting the ground coming closer to me
If I could care for one person, or share with one other
If I could love unconditionally
If I could direct all my energy
If I could devote myself to one thing, lifting them above anything short of the sky, feeling the very beat of their heart and the pulse in their blood, the breath in their lungs and the things they feel,
It’d be you.
(And it always has been)
(Source: chasemealways)
