Some people love oceans and beaches
I''d just rather stare into space
and watch the stars fall from heaven
With you
as we
hold hands with sobriety
and poison the rest of the world with our happiness
Everyone will think we are crazy
but the truth is they're jealous

Some people like roses
But it's the daises that simultaneously define love and luck
No matter how I start the riddle
it always ends out in my favor
With you
As we
play under the covers
and create a garden of romance with green-eyed spectators
Everyone already thinks we're blessed
And the truth is they are all envious

Some people like synonyms
And I am one of them
No matter how many ways you define it
there is only one meaning
With you
we make
an adjective, a hobby
But they say the richer the better--
and I agree
But the truth is they can be skeptical
But we still prove them wrong