The Way She Lives…

What is breath, without us living?

What are dreams, without us believing?

What is touch, without us feeling?

What is love, without us accepting?

I see an angel without wings,

She doesn't realise what she gives,

Her words, are like a bird that sings,

She's all about treasuring the little things.

Her eyes still stimulate my heart,

She is my light when I'm in the dark,

She's Cinderella when we talk,

She's always there when I fall.

She is the sky when I choose to fly,

She is the stone when I want to hide,

The world has so many unforgiven lies,

How I would love life, if she were mine.

What is breath, without us living?

What are dreams, without us believing?

What is touch, without us feeling?

What is love, without us accepting?

I will accept,

I will,

Accept...