When we love we shoot off into space.
We float into infinity, we fly into oblivion.
And we're a mixture of sewat, tears, and stars.
We eplore, hand in hand, this colorful new place.
Soaring so high, we lose track of time.
Months seem to be only days, days seem only hours, hourse seem only minutes.
Reality is but a beautiful dream.
Mere existant seems so sublime.
Music has never sounded so enchanting.
Flowers have never smelled so sweet.
The morning has never felt so crisp.
And the night never so enticing.
We leap from Saturn's rings
Into gentle dreams.
We gaze at this thrilling universe.
Exhalting each milestone, surpassing each course.
We laugh at everything.
We can do anything.
We've reached the moon and back.
Our love is as true as fact.
It all melts into the milky way.
All the sweat, tears, and stars.
Nothing ever matters but to love today.
Who and what we are.
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