reality is still solid enough for us to rely on
here's only for vacation, not our home
love actually is still hard to make it stay
like a bird for sky not a cage
a rabbit for bushy yard not a snare
a butterfly for flowers not our hand
love, something on the run, hard to keep
here where pain isn't here
where tears never run
where love's never gone
where soulmate is easily found
the person of our first kiss is always meant to stay...
forever
