Why

the feeling of being in love can mend, even when there's a war going on inside of you.

Why do i love you, when your blonde hair trembles in the light.
When your eyes tell the tale, of a story,story night.
When your hands are the roots, to a giant wildering oak.
That lives in a dream, but  never woke.

Why do i need you, when my mind is filled with despair.
When the darkness surounds me, and gives me no air.
When the emptyness sucks up the room, and then stops.
To swiftly pierce my heart, like a thousend ticking clocks.

Why do i want you, like a mother wants her child.
Like a heart screaming to feel, like a lover who wants to be deguiled.
Like a flower wanting the earth , like an angel wanting the sky.
Like the dark depressed person, who's done and ready to die.

I ask myself these questions, but no answer shall be found. 
Like a chord on the piano, in perfect harmony it sounds.
I said i wanted to stay on the ground, but you took me to the sky.
You trully understood, all i ever wanted was to fly.

Fly with you to a place where time has no grip.
Where our love blossoms truthful, and no kiss will be skipped.
Where your touch will be the weapon, the weapon of our love.

Then i'm finally in heaven, and even above.