That smile, harmless handshake and kindest words.
My stares, laughter, and thoughtlessness let my guard down.
He performs a different trick the others never perform.
I stay woke, falling and never landing. This is today;
The calls flow like a never drying stream.
His attention is unique and individually different,
as opposed to the others who try so hard to lose.
This is the perfect match of heaven for all earth to see.
There’s an assemblage of the stars. The moon; their moderator.
Words; the softest I've heard, my bed of sweetest dreams.
His touch; the warmest I'd ever feel. This is my perfect love story.
Finally, the art takes place, literally inexplicable. Then the next day;
He’s missing, there’s no one to hold, there's too much space,
I'm falling at free fall and I'm about to crash.
I just landed on a cold hard floor and I broke something; my heart.
The beginning; a perfect mirage, an eclipse of the end.
