We take slow drives to nowhere;
Towards a Sunday drive, with your heavenly kisses
On my lips. I close my eyes, being out of touch, out of time,
out of lines, and all out of rhymes.

As I head outwards into space; on my Tuesday highs,
Feeling so warm at heart, but I can’t stay inside,
But maybe I’ll love you by this Thursday’s vibe,
Comparing our loves for things we both like,

And kiss in rhythm;
Until our tongues dance on each other,
But there’s never enough time...Only of the one
You and I make together.

Let's make the time to love.