She find it strange that her eyes are met with a endless staircase

          The world around him doesn't freeze or turn monochrome around everyone but herself

            Yet our heart sill drop when she walk into our room, Our focus is a far distent off. We get it everyday were our eyes out met with his you tilt your head and smile with you head filled of brids

He understand when you laugh to yourself.

Her stomach needs a million butterflies, when your around
When you smile it illuminates the room and my thought gose wild for a anchor.

Because your love and my words don't have a relationship with expectations to find or have a right diction.