Let's do this one more time. Unfinished

Your soul is the most magnificent thing that I have ever touched.
Your heart holds the most comfortable warmth that I have ever felt.
The whisper of your voice chills my spine.
Let's do this one more time...

Your lips are made of the most natural honey in existence.
Your name is the most familiar tune that I ever experienced.
Your love is like a treasure that only I can find.
Let's do this one more time...

Unpolished and Unfinished- I call that Progress

I always swore that you were made of fine china.
When I broke you I was devastated.
My intentions were never to polish you and then shatter you.
I lost myself and then found myself after you.
Wrong melody, right song.
We were always meant to be,
Finding what I truly desired took some time for me.
Being alone for so long really advances a person's thought process.
I know where I am going, what I am feeling, what I want and need.
I call that progress.