Oh
Hands on his chest, heart beating drumline
Fingers trace stories written in his spine
Eyes lock heavy like the weight of gold
Every touch we spark, this love never old
Oh, many ways I love an infinite place
From the sunrise, whispers to the moonlight
Many ways I hold him through the nights and days
No map, no compass, still I find my way
Cooking up dreams, kitchen heat in the air
Sharing his hoodie, wrapped up in his care
Arguments hit sharp, but we patch like pros
Laughter stitches wounds,
that's how the love grows
In his flaws I find the art
Every crackle work of art
Infinite place From the sunrise,
whispers to the moonlight
Sways many ways I hold him through the nights and days
No map, no compass, still I find my way
He's the beat to my verse, the hook to my line
Every word I spit,
he rewinds,
realign No diamonds needed,
just his voice on my mind
A treasure so rare, in his arms I'm confined
Oh
Oh
Days