Maps.

Spread your map on my kitchen table;

We’ll mark the places that live inside our hearts.

Places imaginary and bright, 

Places that need to be seen with the eyes of lovers.

We’ll get in your beat up chevy

And drive until the gas runs out.

Then we’ll walk hand in hand until we reach the places of our creation.

Until we find our Eden. 

The place where we can love each other completely.

Ocean to ocean, we’ll lay our hearts out on the sand

We’ll walk the shore line until we realize that place is not on any map.

It’s inside us.