Passions collide when I meet your eyes for the very first time. Giddiness flutters in and a hope grows singing of all the possibility of life. The smirk of laughter and the hot joy of memory. Not a person that I want but the love I need. My hunger grows not for a body but for another soul to connect past reality. Life becomes a party where lies are woven in the lights that it will last forever. Then the lines of it's me not you come to play. The rose glass is broken at last but you fight for that love because of the sweet reward of pain. Fragrances of passions hide beneath hope for a moment of growth to only fall for nothing at all. It was never them but love itself that made all those lies seen true.
