After all this time; and it’s been ages
I still look for you in a sea of faces
Hoping you might appear in the strangest of places
Sometimes I think I see a glimmer and oh lord how my heart races
I pray for the day my weary eyes may have some reprieve
I wait for the day this eternal longing I may release
she is artwork and glory
she smells like cherries, spilt ink and thunderstorms