𝔏𝔦𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 | ✔

7000 Miles

Anticipation climbing up my gut, 

I place myself in your hands.

You guide me to your shoulders; 

I catch your waist and swing.

Ray Charles crooning he's busted, 

I twirl in your lead, sweet melody.

I pour forth my passion in the spin

While you catch me and guide,

Showing me what to do. Our stage is the sea, 

Thousands of miles apart. I catch my breath,

You find me and I fall in your arms.

We rise in foxtrot; quick and slow.

Everlasting Moments. So delicate, parfait.

You lift me in your arms, and I get a peek of heaven.

I close my eyes as the rain falls.

Bittersweet drizzle bathing us both.

You watch me with a light

I see life in you, my darling.

As you catch me yet again

I spin my way back into your arms.

'Cause baby, 7000 miles ain't no big thing 

For us. Not in this pure pirouette

With Ray Charles in the midst, 

Crooning he's busted.

My Sweet Love, we're Eternal.

And our stage is the sea, 

7000 miles.