She's a dreamboat
  in the tunnel of love,
      white lightning like white wine,
  fluorescent lights in purple rain;
a deep crazy,
     an even deeper affection.
  her love is like magic,
      we're enthralled in
             respect.
    She is good, she is better,
      my favorite, and my best.
        my heart; the reason:
             why it beats in my chest.

the clouds span above me
yet the horizon mountains
are in the sun

cosmic.
celestial.
spaceship and satellite.
star.
constellations.

Heaven is like a green tree
   that blossoms
in the Sun,
  it's the warmth of Spring
     but us sitting in its shade.

     it's like a cool breeze on
       a chilly river-side
         that sways her branches
             and eases her spines;
            relieves her leaves.

it'll never leave-
       if we believe it to be true.
it continues-
       even after our end.

if I'm sorry
let's be sorry
together.
a weak embrace
is as
strong as
we hold it.

so hold tight,
we still have
the heavens to
soar in.