When everybody dreams of pixies I
dream of you,
the puffiness under your eyes,
making your smiles always so pretty,
and the sincere love in your eyes that
makes me ever so happy.
It could have been your lovely voice,
or the very act of whispering that took
my heart.
Whispers of everything I ever wanted
there to be,
betraying everything I needed you to
see.
And no one should let true love sift
through their fingers like dreams,
because it's just too preciously rare
these days,
unlike all the infatuations in the world,
and then unending love I have for you.
