at last his gaze will fly,
his lips may roam in the air,
a gentle smile is all you crave,
still he is perfect to you.
holding you in his arms, you are safe, un-harmed,
the butterflies in your stomach, flutter in breathless circles.
when you spin around in circles until you're dizzy,
you feel like that with him.
you lose track of what you can see,
but you hope he will always be there to catch you when you're falling.
how he makes you feel brand new,
cause he is perfect to you.
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