take my hand
we'll stroll down this avenue
it's like a deja vue
the thoughts that swarm my head
waiting to escape
a melodic rhyme
timeless in meaning
it's always in season
When your hand finds mine
the world is fine
nothing can go wrong
your lips search for mine
my stomach aswarm
my lips are warm
awaiting tender trespass
No words
quiet estacy
blissful serenity
I love you
you are the world to me
you've become a part of me
imperitive to my existence
to every extent
with full intent i say
you are my beloved
never to be redubbed
because i love you just the way you are
