Gorgeous Love

I can feel the waves of your gorgeous love
and it hurts to think that it is seen as wrong.
I can take your pain, anything, to overcome your fear
and we're strong, strong enough to prove it.
I notice things about you as the morning kisses your eyes:
how your face relaxes through the caress of night,
how in the evening it's tense and pulled features
and we know how easily we can smooth them.
You turn to touch me, to hold me fast,
you turn to touch me, to whisper your love.
And here are the words of those who dare to speak
of this open, noisy, big, brilliant love,
which is all I have to give.
I never knew that our need for love could be so strong,
and I'm not confessing, time disappears when we're alone.
I'm not ashamed of expressing the love I hold for you,
it's ultra-romantic, I fear everything that's not you.
I fell asleep, when I woke you were staring at me
in this draining orange London light.
You turn to touch me, to hold me fast,
you turn to touch me, to whisper your love.
And here are the words of those who dare to speak
of this open, noisy, big, brilliant love,
which is all I have to give.