Those three little words.

As I lie here, slipping in and out of this sleepy twilight,
My thoughts and reflections weave in and out.
They form a mental fabric, with more beauty and resilience
than any physical material known to exist.
The patterns are telling a tale of love.

For the longest time my heart remained an empty room.
The door barricaded, and curtains drawn.
I lived locked away inside afraid to let anyone in.
Then you came knocking.
Peeking through the window, at first I was reluctant to let you in.
But you reassured me everything would be alright,
and so I let you in, and gave you the key.

I slowly begin to understand
music, art, literature, everything begins to impact me on a brand new level.
Its like I can see things that were always there,
but never understood until now.
I found the source of true inspiration,
and its not a drink, or a pill.
For the first time, I'm not afraid anymore.

When our eyes lock, and our lips meet,
and our bodies begin to tangle,
the connection that exists can't be matched.
The sun shines brighter,
and the sea of doubts is as calm as a bowl of soup.
Thank you for showing me this light,
I now know what it is I'm searching for.