I must realize that there is more beauty in this world
Then just the galaxies I see in your eyes,
Or the sting in my veins when you hug me tighter.
But how
How can I possibly write about the stars when I see you in them,
How can I write about the wind when I feel you in it...
I must write about something more, more than just the ache in my soul when your gone,
or how I get high off your kiss.
But what is more exhilarating
then seeing everything more beautifully,
Because of you?