It’s the way that you are always coming home
To me and I to you
To me and I to you
It’s the way you are gentle with me and it is music
To my ears the way you come to me
Like the ripples on the lake to the shore, relentlessly, easily,
Like you’d do it till the water runs out
Till I am worn down by the kiss of your lips
On my rocky shore
— olivia gwyn
