Whispers Of Our Soul

Imagine

I'd imagine

That your face is lovely

And your hands and arms and feet and legs and torso and back and neck and shoulders and chest and everything else

I'd imagine, of course

They are all perfect

I'd imagine

That your eyes are pools

Of stars and warmth and love

I'd imagine

That if I were to dive into them

I would be afraid of dying in the most beautiful way

I'd imagine, of course

That if I were to dive in, I might never come up for air

I'd imagine

That your smile is light

And it even glitters in the dark

I'd imagine

When you smile it is so bright

That the sun hides behind the clouds, afraid to show his face

I'd imagine, of course

The reason would be that he would only pale in comparison to you, and be jealous of the radiant glow your smile holds

I'd imagine

That your laugh is a melody

Of serenity and eloquence

I'd imagine

Angels would sob and cry in agony

I'd imagine, of course

They could never match a sound so lovely

I'd imagine

That your face will always be perfect

And everything about you, just perfect

I'd imagine, of course

That you would love me