Life begins to advance as i look into the sky
yet as i look downward i misleadingly cry.
no world projects such perfection
as yours portrays to me;
aside from your charm and humor
there is no bit of longing pity.
life begins to endure such spurs of random smiles
i cry for current happiness, for this never lasts a while.
no one reveals such joyfulness
as your life does in me;
i awaken to a hopeful message
but this dream destroys such glee.
life begins to put perspective the reality at hand
for currently we stroll upon opposing lands.
no blinking person could reflect such a world
as your eyes do mine;
as though by your side it'd be perfect
if intentionally given correct beats of time.
life can begin with a few of your words spoken
yet as i lye impatient, i continuously remain broken.
no life seems to possibly contain
such meaningfulness as yours;
for i have many keys
yet would only unlock your door.
your eyes fade as such a relationship is impossible
my life found yours, so why increasingly improbable?
as i look downward and hopelessly cry
i realize such a world won't begin with our lives.
as i reach for another knob, which cannot be yours,
i turn to your door, in the softest, i twirled.
i cannot grab the handle of another,
thus i lye waiting, though could save myself the trouble.
for the perfection, your life,
i yearn for your world.
so i cant, and will never,
choose another door.
