and we're holding on

I guess I was all for cheesy love poems at one point.

Sometimes when I'm driving with you,
I look up through the windshield
and stare at the stars.
And wonder what it would be like to reach over
And grab your hand.
I'd turn to look at you,
We'd smile softly
and then I'd look back out at the stars
And you'd hum along with the radio.

Sometimes in those stars
I see you, far away you.
I see them reflected in your eyes
and in the way you laugh,
Loudly, ridiculous.
Lovely.

Somehow you've managed to get through.
Somehow I know that there's no going back.
I know that there's nowhere to run.

Sometimes when I'm talking with you,
I look up into your eyes and wonder
What it would be like to silence your lips with mine.

I wanted to stare into your eyes just a bit longer.
I wanted to know you.
I wanted to be 'her.'
I want to fall in love with you.