When you go chase after your truest desires
and feel places where there wasn't a fire before burning,
In a rage of passion,
as hot as the sun and the stars,
as bright as dawn,
and the night doesn't symbolize
sadness and depression anymore ,
and the moon isn't loneliness,
and the stars aren't laughing at me,
from above
the place they rest,
And like that
begin to transform the magic
you emit
into a breath of my soul,
breathing again,
water becomes oxygen,
i'm not drowning
in the depths of myself
Anymore.
Thanks to you,
My Love.
