The mind can play cold games.
Moving towards a perfect sin.
It sounds completely sane.
Words of love float freely here.
A little worry stays around.
The brain is very clear.
It receives you as the only sound.
Hands touch,
Thunder strikes.
Love opens,
Sunrise.
Happy to have you in my life.
A smile that never dies.
This is how we thrive.
In honesty, not in lies.
