Dug deep in my soul,
are melancholy roots.
They feed on my spirit,
and hold me in place.
.
They tug and they pull,
they wrap and they bind.
The one thing that stunts them,
is the vision of your face.
.
Your smile blinds me with joy,
your eyes wash away my fears.
Into your arms I yearn to go,
where my troubles will dissolve away.
.
In the sound of your voice,
I hear my distractions drown.
When you draw near,
the rhythm of your breath makes me sway.
.
With you in sight,
the days have hope.
The lonely hours of night,
prove my heart true.
.
Wither these roots with your shadow,
lift me up with your favor.
Let me be the one who says,
"I love you."