When this feeling rises to the surface all problems disappear,
thoughts of my mirrors sweetness tickle my palet and beautiful butterflies dance inside me.

If the moon were never to shine poetically on the ocean again,
it would not compare to losing the sensations of your eyes floating through me in my dreams.

A day will never come where a song does not ring through the air without visions of this love swinging from its every note.

For if you were to say only this once it would be held onto for eternity never to be lost again.


<3 Heaven