Heroine.

We are two different puzzles cut from the same die.

Your eyes pierce through my mine like a needle through veins.

Me and you have always fit like a glove

You're my addiction, my heroine, my new word for love.

You're the foundation on which this rickety old house sits above.

Full of creaking, decrepit timbers, cobwebs and dust,

It still feels like home when it's shared between us.

You warm my insides on those hard frigid nights,

You're my safety blanket I adorn on the inside.

When I feel your presence the world looks brighter than the whitest of doves.

You're my addiction,

You're my heroine.

You're my affliction,

You're my heroin.

You're my new word for love.