But there is still the piece that hurls me
into the field of romance, naked, lacking reason.
Both sides of the coin I am depict a fool for love.
(I will never regret that.)

There is something amazing
on the edge of touching fingertips.
It is a noble sense of comfort
and a silence that doesn't wonder when we'll split.

So I am dragged through the roses, if only for a weekend;
eyes set to the dreamlike beauty of the world,
as it shines in an attempt to reflect you
and still finds out it fails.

A glow pushes through the physical, however,
sewing a smile onto my face,
as you sew them onto your creations
and remind me of my own.

There is pure joy I see in you.
There is ecstasy in your laughter
as you find out facts that matter not
and I find that not much does,

but being with you
once more gave me the feeling
that if anything does,
it's love.