When did your name change from a word to a charm. No other sound makes the hair stand up on the back of my arm. All of the letters push to the front of my mouth and saying your name is somewhere between a prayer and a shout. And I can’t get it out. When did your name change from language to magic. I’d write it again on the back of my hand, and I know it sounds tragic. Feels like a drug, and I can’t get enough, and it fits like a glove. I’m addicted to your love.