That's all I ask of you

Anywhere you go let me go too
Love me

That's all I ask of you

 

There is a lover out there, cut from a cloth all its own. Taylor made to love every flaw, and embrace every sideways smile. His shoulders are square, and strong. His eyes are bright and his heart is whole. He'll say her name like its beautiful and hold her for fear of losing her.

 

Someday he will find her

 

 

 

She was loved by him in everyway she wanted to love him.

 

They sat together in the mornings, at the table in the sun. She drank a cup of coffee and a cup of tea, and he let the sun on her face warm his heart. He wrote of her and the magic sound of her footsteps in their quiet humble home. He sang off key, and held her without reasons. She slipped out of bed each morning, so that he's shower water would be warm when he woke up. Their old wood floor groaned under their feet when they dance without music, and they repainted their splintering front door with each new season. She kissed the worries away and pretended not to see the second cookie leave the tray. He was passionate, and his hands were strong. He held her close every chance he had because to him she was the world. Their hands and hearts fit together like puzzle pieces. She painted him pictures and he believed they were art even when they weren't. Kisses never lost there spark, and his breath on her neck still made her hands tremble. Her garden overalls made him smile and the sight of her in her old silk robe always took his breath away. She was the star in his sky each night and He was her sunrise every morning.

                                                  and oh how they loved