One should never
dive headfirst
if they don't know
what's at
the
bottom.

But I want to dive
straight in
to you.

There's a song
being sung
deep inside you -

I hear it,
and fall under its spell.

I want to dive
into your eyes
and never come up
for air

I am hopelessly
trapped
in your song.

I am not scared.

I am not scared
to drown in you.

You are the paradise ocean,
a safe place.

So crash over me,
let me sink.

Your song will keep me safe.

Its so fortunate to have that 'someone'. Isn't it.? I mean, that someone who becomes the glimmer to your sparkle and the star to your dark.
I mean, that someone who calls you without asking and tells you stuff, no matter if it's during the scorch of 2pm or during the scar of 3am.
I mean, someone you can tease, troll and still get a 'I love you too' back.
I mean, 'someone' who is yours, and only yours.
I wish I had a best friend. I really really really wish so.
So, to all those who have,
you guys don't know how lucky you are.

When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth,
Unlearnèd in the world’s false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue;
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love’s best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love, loves not to have years told.
    Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
    And in our faults by lies we flattered be.