all my puny sorrows…

all my puny sorrows 1

I’ve trusted the wrong people, men I thought were good.
I’ve given more than was wise.

So, when your kisses spread like wildfire through me,
When your touch ignites even the calmest of storms,
Everything finally makes sense.

All things sing:
that was but a wannabe kind of joy but this, this…
I am finally free.

yes or yes…

yes or yes
Sometimes you can’t explain what you see in a person.
It’s just the way they take you to a place no one else can.

— Unknown —