College days
On the streets of Louisville
6 years ago.
4 feet hit concrete,
They weren't  scared to know.
Not scared of much,
But the incessant craving to touch,
And the need that is a youthful rush.

Be still, 
It will come in time,
In a new world where
There is no reason or rhyme.

Across the country, present time,
Feelings aplenty and sundry 
For we made the distant climb.
You in the army, me in recovery,
No longer students in school,
But students of love and discovery.

Be still, 
It will come in time,
In a new world where
There is no reason or rhyme.

Now we're 27,
In each other's presence,
Reaching something as sweet as heaven.
Pupils dilated and fingers flew,
Always satiated, we never asked "who".
Our question was "why,"
When under a canopy night sky,
With you, am I not scared to die?

Be still, 
It will come in time,
In a new world where
There is no reason or rhyme.