Dearly Beloved-
It's so ironic, all the authors I've been drawn to, the songs I love from the very first chord, and, oh my Goddess, the people I simply cannot help falling in love with at first sight. The commonality absolutely floors me. And it inspires me. And feeds my soul. And heals my heart. Duplicity only you can understand, you people and authors and song writers with this inherent common denominator. I love you. I hate you. You make sense of it all. You drive me to the brink of insanity. You make me live. You make me want to submerge myself in the comfort of water until I can't hold my breath for one more second. You make me want to know you. You make me wanna walk away. I can only figure I'm so drawn to your contradictory magnetism because I truly love this beautiful mess. And oh, yeah, you're always worth the wait...

"A Beautiful Mess"
You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy,
Humble but you're greedy
And based on your body language,
And shoddy cursive I've been reading
Your style is quite selective,
though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
that this is just what happiness is
Hey, what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear
'Cause here we are, here we are
Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks ‒ they're quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There's no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words that paraphrasing this relationship we're staging
And what a beautiful mess, yes it is
It's like we're picking up trash in dresses
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And "kind and courteous" is a life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt
'Cause here, here we are, here we are
Here we are
We're still here
What a beautiful mess this is
It's like taking a guess when the only answer is "Yes"
Through timeless words and priceless pictures
We'll fly like birds not of this earth
And tides ‒ they turn ‒ and hearts disfigure
But that's no concern when we're wounded together
And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
But it's nice today. Oh, the wait was so worth it. 

Words and Music by Jason Mraz
Sentiment by Deannalynn Arzola