A Habit of You

How can I tell you, how can it be,

I wish to live where your soul runs free.

Till morning breaks and stars are through,

I long to breathe the night of you.

Your laughter, wet with silent grace,

I sip like wine from heaven’s place.

The season calls for love so true—

And all I want is more of you.

May I confess, if you agree?

Your love has grown a need in me.

May I confess, if that is fair?

Your love is now my daily prayer.

A habit deep, a secret flame,

That speaks in hush, and calls your name.

Your heart and mine, a woven thread,

A thousand thoughts my spirit's said.

One touch from you, and I forget—

The self I knew, the old regret.

In arms of yours, I find my rest,

A heaven hidden in your chest.

Where every breath and every sigh

Becomes a prayer beneath the sky.

May I confess, if you will hear?

Your love has made my path so clear.

May I confess, and let it be—

This love is all that's left of me.

Why do you seem from realms above?

Why does your gaze awaken love?

Even your shadow draws me close,

As twilight clings to blooming rose.

Each moment near is sacred time,

Each word of yours a whispered rhyme.

When I'm with you, the world stands still—

My heart obeys a higher will.

May I confess, if you allow?

Your love is all I carry now.

May I confess, this much is true—

My soul has formed a habit of you.