That feeling when you stare into his eyes,
Where the rebellious fire never dies.
Wanting to over and over ignite,
This one unstoppable force you cannot fight.
His lips so red, his eyes so blue,
Only in dreams is this type of love found. So pure. So true.
Where just for a second the earth stands still,
Trying to determine whether your in Dreamville.
Thinking you're not in heaven, but finding it hard to tell,
The probability is rising, your staring into an angel.
That feeling when you rest on his shoulder,
Your love forever young but your age inevitably older.
Comfort is your mission and protection your duty,
He's your knight in shining armour and your his Sleeping Beauty.
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