My beautiful, you’re this figment of everything. This air of sense and statement. My beauty, you’re the hardest I’ve fallen for.The very understanding of what has happened bolts my heart into this drive of courage.It floats me up against the ceiling and those tiles are bending and I’m understanding, I’m understanding, I’ve got it understood.
My sweet sweet bloom, you’re the You that brings brilliance and the sun and the all of warmth. Dazzling so gently, weaving through as the ever-being of glow, essence and amazement. You tremor me to octaves of smooth wonder. The open space, the spread knowledge throughout my soul that I can speak, I can speak, I can speak the truth.
I love you, I love you, I love you.