Morning Glory

With the trading of words,
Like the trading of glances,
The heart rises and screams for more.

If what you do
Is make me pine for you
Each day after you fade,
Then what will become of me?
What will become of me
After you fade?

You are pure where I am flawed, and vice versa.
You run and conquer the world,
While I just stand and defy it.
You want something new to learn,
While I just want to forget.

You have the stars in my head,
And the clouds in my heart.
And I never felt so free
Than when you tell me
That you'll never fade,
And that you'll bloom for me each day,
From far away.

I feel your words in me.