I don’t think it’s up to me, the amount of heart I give

I can open the door, but what you find in me is up to you

I’ll open the door, but sometimes the things you find, I’m not yet ready to

But, that’s love

Everything I’m finding in you is my favorite thing I’ve ever encountered

One after the other

I wonder if they’re findings that you’re not yet ready to

You float softly in the heaviest holdings

I’m proud to want to be like you