My words will be your light to carry you to me

I want something simple. 

I want to look at him and Bam! I know it. I knew this is love. 

I want us to live in a dome. So there aren't corners we can hide. So no matter what, we would run back to each other. 

I don't want the games we play when we were 5, and when we were 13 and even when we are 21. 

I want a simple song where we sing it as it is. Raw and true. 

I don't want mind games, literal interpretation, symbols, author's intention. 

I want to work. Hard. To know it's working, as long as I work hard for it. 

I want alive. Not a lie. 

I want you where you belong. Inside my arms. 

I want our dome to be our shelter, I want it to be a place where we can find a way, where we grow and stay alive and together. 

I want us striped of our fears, our secrets, our hardness, standing bare in front of what we can give, what we are willing to give and what we would give and always give to always choose each other. 

I'll be your winter song and you'll be my summer day.