Comfortable Loving...

I could never feel more comfortable/no, I could never want you more/blushing red my little bittersweet beet you ask me just what is it I need, or want you for?/no logical reasoning when it comes down to it my love, it's you, just you, that I adore/easy to see to understand your concern and worries, get it completely that you just want to be secure and sure/I've wondered in tints of worry back in the past like will you love me rich, any different than you'd love me poor?/seems to me that typically the latter, type of people seem to be much more genuinely happier, as attention is all they should need or have to have to afford/too often we exacerbate the source/kills me when our time we have to cut short/you with this ridiculously ominous idea that one day one of our hands will finally have to be forced/if so then tell me please what is it exactly that we already begun to have forged?/I don't care to know answers here and now, just wanna feel this passion incorruptible/other than in your arms, other than here, there's no place I'd rather know/so wherever you choose to map us out our home/there's no place that I'd rather have to go/already a wealth of knowledge, doesn't change that there's plenty more about you I just have to know/enraptured in your everything, needing you to know that no matter what love, uncomfortable doesn't mean insufferable/together blissfully beautiful so of course only natural how easily destructible/why topics, categorized questions remain untouchable/knowing once touched something's bound to change and being that to this there's nothing close to as wonderful/it makes the risk greater and greater til we don't take it cos it's still just as special, as is, so we allow the hours to come and go/forgetting about this chaotic background and within it the trouble sure to grow/tune it out as everything we want in the other's arms we've come to own/just don't you ever forget, I know you love me, just as you know that, I, will, always... Love you more.