Thoughts Of My Own

Whose thoughts are these but my own?
Whose preponderance shall indulge
Those around?
Speaking softly, clearly,
I'm an open book, you see.

These words may be only my own,
But I'll sweetly speak of thy heart,
Letting it sing louder than a baby lark.

Such words, they help me find a place,
A place within the dark,
Lighting the way not only for me,
But also for thee.

My thoughts are like poetry,
Floating around,
Only you are able to see,
Only you are able to interpret properly.

Closed off from thee I shall not be,
But others, they do not see
What you are allowed so effortlessly.
You are a part of me,
You understand,
You are my lighthouse, guiding and shining on me, through this sea.

Not only the sea of life,
No; but also the sea of love,
For ours is wider than any one eye can see,
But together,
We can make it be.

Run thy fingers through my hair,
As your heart beats in time,
The lull of yours, perfectly in tune with mine.
On such a feast of love,
We shall dine.

I've been wrong from time to time,
But there's nothing I would ever trade for you.
These thoughts may be but my own,
But I'll gladly share them with you,
For one day, we shall make a house, a home.