Love comes along, folds upon itself
All your rules
Leaves, staring at one another
Two Beautiful Fools
Seriously in some sort of stupor-bliss
Bystanders may mistake this for stupidness
For those within, this couldn’t matter less
Caught in the pattern of pitter-patter-ness
Together, in that rhythm – harmonized
Forever-eyes, locked in – synchronized
It widens and reverse one’s world view
Promises and plans made brand new
Love makes meadows of the asphalt
Freedom is falling,
Knowing you’ll be caught
My Love,
I’ll catch you
Undoubtedly
Just swing with me
To our love’s
Melody
(reference to “Not Conjured Confidence":
“It’s not folly, just fucking facts
We’re not the same, just a perfect match
When your song plays
You do the god damn dance”)
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