Yet to be Named

A woman is made of warmth to her core
You have something I could die for
other than myself

I play it cool, but really...
I'd rest in peace here, now, just knowing I made you smile
I'm writing a song for you,
but there are too many words to remember

I'm afraid to go this far, as I'm sure you are
It's not something I can hold for long:
my breath under your warm flood
Tell me, show me what you might deny
It's better to regret, than to retract
We have nothing to hide

Well, if I've nothing to lose,
I have a few things to tell you...
In a desert, I'd give my last drop of water
just to wash your feet
Were my car to die tomorrow,
I'd walk the miles to your place
or any end of the earth where you might be

What you give me exceeds want, need, words, or reason
You laid my deathwish to rest,
but now death has no threat
because if nothing more happens before I go,
I'll know that you're real, that you're here

No matter what, even if you don't feel the same,
I'd give you everything
All I could ever ask of you
is your faith, your truth, and your presence

When I hear your words, all of mine disappear
The words in every song I hear change in your light
Each sweet smell reminds me of yours

There's a boy who I thought was dead
who is now awake from your kiss
There's a broken old man who I know is dead
because you've soothed him with your gentle gesture

When I'm with you,
every good trait steps forward
all weakness steps back
except my weakness for you

Every plan we have is the same
Where you lead, I wouldn't hesitate to follow
Anything you want to know of me,
ask and I'll answer
I want to know everything about you
but even if you tell me nothing more,
I already know enough to be sure:
to my core, I am yours