Wandering through my mind like you're always there.
The smell of your detergent lingering in the air.

I grab your hand and from there we soar,
over the first place we kissed,
making history so much more.

Your favorite song playing from your eyes,
I star at you, as you watch the skies.

The wind gently strokes your beautiful hair,
as we float higher and higher to avoid the glare.

The sun waves goodbye,
putting blankets over our skin...

I look into your dark blue eyes,
kiss you and say:

"This is where our story... begins"