I think that I’ve met you once before.
You were the one who picked my heart off the floor.
For a while, I thought it was just a dream;
I’ve grown too used to things being not what they seem.
What made me fall in love was that look in your eye
That flashed for a second when you laughed at the sky.
Your smile made my breath catch inside of my throat.
In an eternity of winter, your smile was my coat.
But the main thing you did was you put together my heart,
And that very moment marked the end of the start.
My heart was unsteady; it didn’t take much to rock it,
But you wiped it all clean and kept it safe in your pocket.
You were my army when I fell under attack.
You picked up my heart and I don’t ever want it back.