When we sat on that rooftop,staring at the clouds, talking like we'd known each other for centuries ..
that's when I knew that the rest of my life had just begun.

I want to write a beautiful piece
So sit right here, be my muse
Let me write about your soul,
And its white linens
Let me write about
How it's stained by your
Burgundy heart
How you kiss in tides,
How your eyes shimmer
With the late night stars
I want to keep you forever alive
And it's only best
If you sit upright
Let me portray you with words,
Let me ink these immortal lines