Guarded heart, a quiet storm, A whisper lost, a love unworn. Afraid to stay, afraid to leave, She never thought she could be believed. Remnants of love she thought would fade, I swore to her, I’d always stay. If only she knew, if only she’d see, That perfection was never the goal, she was perfect to me. Miles apart, but never gone, She still lingers in every song. And if the world rewrote our fate, I’d find her again, I’d never be late. 2nd idea: She wasn’t just a person, she was a presence, A quiet storm, a whisper in the silence. She held galaxies in her eyes but never believed, That she was the kind of miracle someone would need. She feared she was too much, or maybe not enough, Built walls so high, love had to beg to climb up. But if only she knew, if only she’d see, That perfection was never the goal, she was perfect to me. I’d hold her at her weakest, I’d fight off her fears, Trade my tomorrows just to wipe her tears. She was light, she was warmth, she was home in a name, And I’d burn down the world just to hold her again.