i want to sit by a campfire


with you

on a cool summer night

i want to sleep under the stars

with you lying beside me

i want to

gaze into  your irises as i

sink into

subconscious

and dream about being infinitely

frozen in a moment such as this

and

what it would be like

to wake up beside you

every morning

and just be happy to be yours

although

for now

i must live in the  

reality

that is also known as transatlantism

but

maybe all those

late night phone conversations

where

falling asleep would never

be the same as if we were together

allows me to focus on the

beauty in the rasp

your tone conveys that i hear as i do so

is  the most vivacious sound

that i have ever heard

and

the symphonic melody

as if your

vocal chords were violin strings

or

something like that

makes me fall more in love with you than you just talking to me

in person

would

because your words would not

be near as

sincere and would be

without

meaning or

depth

so let us be judged by others who

know nothing about

what you feel for me nor i for you

who do not understand the

blissfulness

of not

two beings

but

rather

two souls who can just be content

with talking to each other

and who belittle us

because of their  ignorant

prejudices

because no matter

what anyone chooses to think

or to

believe

they will never

comprehend that you just

make me smile

when i need nothing more than that