If the World Only Knew

She is everything. So much of everything that I forget the world doesn't see what I do.

"What the world needs now, is love"

But it doesn't see my love - if it did, it would be enough. Because she is everything.

If the world saw how brown her eyes are,

or how wide they become when she's listening...

If the world knew how soft her touch was,

even when she's dreaming - especially, when she's dreaming.

She would be enough.

Hell, if she saw how fast my heart can race, just when she kisses me goodnight

Or good morning

Or, at all...

If she heard the rush of blood that heats me when she holds my hand,

Or pets my skin, looks at me for no reason...

I could be enough.

Because she is everything.

If everyone else could feel just a glimpse, just a sample

of how strong I feel when my knees are weak, just from standing beside her

She would be enough. Because She is everything.

What the world needs now is not love, but just the acceptance of love

Simply the open eyes and arms and hearts,

to the idea that love does not belong to just one person

Love does not follow a rule of where, or how to be shared.

So why are we following a rule of how it is to be seen?

How is the world so far behind that they cannot see,

she is everything.

Simply because she stands beside me.

Me, who is also a "she".

And that makes us 'nothing'

The world doesn't see our love, and doesn't accept our love.

The world sees nothing - but she. She is everything.