I don't know how to make rhymes or poems that seen to be your kind of thing.
I don't know deep words that are able to describe my feelings; I don't know how to make the right associations, but you've been putting butterflies in my stomach with Golden Experience? There are birds under my feet when I'm by your side?
If this isn't your power, is there something you're hiding from me? A magic trick?
Show me, Giorno Giovanna.
The sun all the way above in the sky is warm like your smile. Your hair is swept by the wind. You turn to me and you stare at me.
And like paradise, you kiss me.
