It's a chemistry that breaks out thoughts,
undefined by experiments
Yeah, we are all specimen.
I call it fate, deriving an ideal conclusion
when DNA and soul thoughts flow to rhythm
When comfort and warmth
is a spirit connection in veins
then a heart pump
of fly imaginations
A flash back memory to the roots of the feel
was mere eye glance,
yet so strong.
It wasn't human,
It was beyond
Then worse your smile
I felt evacuated to lsland of two,
floating to spacing against gravity
I swear it was a Romeo and Juliet story,
come to life.