When im with you my heart is
It flys high as a kite in more
swifter that a majestic eagle.
It claps with so much praise
wishing it would had met you sooner.
It flutters from your responses
reading over your texts like
a children book, going to sleep
with a smile upon its face.
It wishes it can spend more time
The ache it feels with its not
by you must be how romeo felt
to lady juliet.
To be shot with so much pain
but with no gun around is
pure love ache.
But it does not dweel on sadness
for long for it knows that the sun
does not shine just once but many times.
We can not wait to see you again,
knowing that when we encounter
once more we want be flying solo.