one, two, three
the countdown starts til the arrival of the next victim
the next death of so much emotions
and probably the rise of something spectacular

your little eyes shine so bright
looking straight into my soul
and your smile makes me wonder
how could God make someone so beautiful?

I am in awe of your presence
suffocating but in a good way
I cannot contain whatever it is that I am feeling
and I don't want this to end, though it hasn't even started yet