We're a-learning...curve.

Cloudiest days filled with light,    
lightning hits and I'm uptight    
yet you fool me out of my pretense and
lead me back from my fright -     
   
Strange. We study stars on beaches of a country    
we're familiar with yet have not truly seen.    
I am lost in what has been
and you are watching. My heart so keen    
   
to know this feeling and embrace the sadness.
Your doubts alone are more than darkness.
Don't fret. It's passionless.     
You feel love, you only doubt its calm    
   
and time for ourselves will do no harm. I see    
the way you look past the hair that sometimes covers my face.    
It's days like these that lose me    
to know we're strangely everything we need to be.