Blackbird – Beeches
She,
She made my heart beat again; the language of love.
She made my life colorful again, jazzy and sassy.
He,
He kept holding my hand even when he knew I had nothing to give to him but my awful self.
He took all the pain away, fixed my broken life and gave me his, his whole lovely self.
He loved me even when he knew I had lost everything in life.
She loved him like no one else.