It always seems to be raining on the way to your city
The clouds part just enough for me to push through.
Somewhere between the departure and the destination,
I feel clarity.
My heart feels alive with every kiss,
My hands lose control with every word.
My nails look afright.
Forgive me.
I am building a monument of your heart.
Crumbling like Giza.
We will rise from the ruins, and loot the place for what's ours.
I think it's romantic, too.