Sweetness in every hold, the grasp of you can keep me still hold me, forever and beyond and up until: The connection gets stronger the strings get tighter and this infatuation float higher Every move is flagrant - every touch burns too much to not be obvious, Love, sweet love, cohesive as can be happiness in every stand Let us burst in flames let us ignite in this intensity until we are nothing but ashes Ashes that could cover up their eyes let them shake their heads let their minds see we how cogent love could be Routines become us and we become the universe itself, and we become the life, the life itself.
on a scale of 1-Taylor Swift, how poetic can I be?