Enamored
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I want to live life happy; I want to live a happy life
I don’t want to die, or commit suicide
Though the thoughts may come, I will not succumb
Because I love life, and I love my life
A coward I am not
Listen how hard my heart pumps,
My blood
Filling up my throat, full of love
I am enamored, of all beautiful things known to all
Of earth and water, wind and fire
Of two blue skies,
One that lets us in,
The other that lets us fly
Day or night, bright or not,
My heart pumps furiously to the melody of life,
One so happy that I have
(I love this life, and would not change it,
Only for my wife)

Love is like a dream, so real and unbelievable
It is pure magical realism and surrealism combined
Pinch me if I'm dreaming, pinch me if I'm in love,
For I can no longer distinguish both

I can fly and am omnipotent in dreams,
But I never sleep, and feel powerful when in love
I love her, and she loves me
Everything's a fantasy

I dream and everything is sublime
I can breathe underwater,
I can breathe in space
The stars right before my eyes,
They come, in various shapes and colours,
Like the little fireworks above our heads
When we stare deeply into our eyes,
Stares that melt the heart like clocks inside our minds

Imagine if we fall in love inside our dreams
It would be a layer of inception that repeats infinitely
We dream and love, love and dream, dream and love
And if we ever wake, the memories will remain
So real and surreal that makes us doubt if the memory is real or if what's real is unreal
Did it happen, or did it not happen?
Was it love? Was it a dream?
That is why I say, Love is like a dream.

I believe
That writers are
So brave
Because each time
They start writing
Blotting ink onto
Their paper
Frustratingly typing on
Their laptop
They rip their heart out
Of their chest
And show the world
What it's made of.