Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Preserve.

Don't call me crazy,
I have the best eyes ever,
For they fall on you,
Even when my eye lids fall,
And I'm at peace,
I'm in heaven,
When I see you.

Don't call me crazy,
I have the best memories ever,
For its you and me,
And the moments we live.
With a trip down memory lane,
I'm here, crying for you.
I want more of you,
A taste of heaven.

Don't call me crazy,
It doesn't get better than this,
With your lips on mine,
I whisper I love you,
And your arms around my neck,
I hold you tight, tighter than before,
And when you look into my eyes.
I'm in heaven.
And it doesn't get better than this.

Don't call me crazy,
I'm in love with you,
And there's nothing else I'd ever feel.
When I hold you hand, and kiss your palm,
When I hold your face, and kiss your smile,
I preserve every feeling,
I cherish this surge in my heartbeat,
And with my eyes close,
I preserve this, I preserve heaven.
I preserve you.

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