The things that make us smile are but the shells of life
A life without meaning if filled by loveless days
In our beauty, we thrive in motion to each other
In contentment and suspense
Forced to obey the wishes of the heart, we are desperate

Love is made by god.
Just as the rain, or an afternoon spent indulging in such
Indulging in so much
Might we stay awhile?
Perceiving only eachother
In euphony, perfection in our beauty