You told me you were angry, that somewhere deep down inside, there’s a fire raging.. begging to be put out, but you don’t know how; that all you know is loving me is the closest you’ve been to oceans swallowing those flames.

I told you I was sad.. that somehow deep down inside, all my flowers had died, and I’ve never had a green thumb so it’s been years since my soul has seen sunlight.

But loving you is the closest I’ve been to butterflies in my stomach & daisies under my skin- your lips are the closest I’ve been to happiness in ages, so when you speak my name, I melt for you like ice cream on a Summer day-

Because somehow you make my name sound like the answer to all your prayers.