I will,
leave from your bed...

Spinning, in a soft silky smooth heave.
Diving in a moshing...

Fluttering,
in the sight of the deep...

Love,
it’s like a fire...

You have wrapped around my days,
became the moon of my nights...

I didn’t choose to fall in love,
it just happened...

Half way high,
almost touching the sky...

Those eyes,
those beautiful brown eyes...

I savor,
every moment I'm with you...

You are my dark angle,
flying through the night...

Love,
love...

I feel your heart beating
or is that mine...