History

I'm tangled up in you. Held on your pedestal I placed you on, you've always got me looking up.
A real miracle worker.
All the lace and sparkles in the universe can't compare. Its simple, I'm yours.
Since the beginning of my long and curious stare, I suppose I always knew you'd be the one to change my perspective.
Your fingers on my chin, you lifted my face towards the light and the rest is history.
The one time I've adored looking back; history.
Ourstory.