I have met a person who danced to the skies with laughter,
I wonder, I envy as i gazed upon his beauty.
How could he be this happy?
How could I not achieved thy thee?
Never once did the thought occur,
Not until he blossomed like a gentle fleur.
And I wonder and wonder.
Has anyone heard a song written by stars?
Or a poem made of raindrop clouds?
Because that’s what it always felt like gazing upon his very existence.
A beautiful homicidal smile that he cast upon my tormented heart.
And right then i knew, i am a soul made of sunset, And right then i knew,
He is my ocean.
And my heart will forever rest upon him.
