You're most welcome, always will be.

These lines are not divided; they blend like they’re supposed to,
Dancing around each other, making shapes on the ceiling,
As the candles flicker and shadows make sense like a promise.
Don’t be afraid to answer and I won’t be afraid to whisper that
I’m lost when you’re not near; I am wrecked if you’re not here to save.

I’m a continent away from being as good as you…

Your voice is like a bird, exotic and delightful, calling me awake,
Your face is summer and that perfume takes me back to Paris
Where the wind bit our cheeks in that February haven.
Don’t be afraid to answer and I won’t be afraid to whisper that
I’m lost when you’re not near; I am wrecked if you’re not here to save.

Press your lips against me,
They sooth me like the sight of the coastline,
You are bright and brilliant,
And as tall as that tower that we climbed.
Rest assured, you are loved forever...

You are Paris in February.

Written by Chris Yeoman