I'd Rather Fight with You

I'd Rather Fight with You

I'd rather fight with you
Than love anyone else
I'd rather rest on your chair
Than anywhere
I'd rather see your face, day by day
And a glimpse of you here and there
I'd rather touch your cheek
I'd rather make you smile
I'd rather see the sparkle in your eyes
Than be within a multitude of people

I sit here silently
After all, I can only think of you
There's no loneliness now, for
I can sense your presence
I can feel your eyes burning into my soul
Your caring gaze suppresses deep agony
When will you tell me?
When will you concede that you need?
Talk to me, I ache for your words
Still, you quell any hope from blossoming
Why do you fret? I'm here.

I see a crimson rose; it sets off memories of you
I see images of the desert, of lush grass, of the sea
I see pretty much anything and think of you

How hard it is to be without you,
How unbearable to be in a world
That is poor, hungry, combating?
How it would all be undone,
If only you were here

You enriched me; you stole a beat from my heart
The words that you hide will seep out one day
And I will still be here