Let his strong hands cradle your heart
On its heaviest of days
Let him admire you like fine art
When you feel utterly out of place
Let his honey-coated voice
Warm you from the inside out
Let the deafening, senseless noise
Give way to that sweet, time-slowing sound
But promise me this, miracle girl
Don\'t you ever let yourself need him
For there\'s so much needed from you in this world
So many gardens for you to plant your seeds in
His hands are strong, but yours are magic
They heal hearts with every touch
And the fact that you can\'t see it is tragic
But your art is beyond worthy of his clutch
His words are an endless ocean of calm
But yours incite tempests of change
Storms swirling with chaos and song
And everything beautifully strange
So let him trail along on your journey
And love him if you must
But should he struggle to keep pace with your hurry
Don\'t be afraid to leave him in your dust