My mind moves my legs, but stays away from causing my world to quake.
Steady as I pace along the path to discovering perfection in a partner.
Hearts will hurt, but always be worthwhile; since sparks assure.
Sparklers in December; with the background glow of that kind on the eyes crescent.
Doesn't everybody have a moment where they have a gracious hold of that perfectness?
And in that time; don't you feel the most satisfying form of completion?
As if your life had been published, and when everyone reads it; they rave of the happiness read.
That is one way I feel about being in love.
It brings out your best and causes who you come in contact with to feel rightfully rubbed.
Keeping company comfortable around you comes in the package of being with a particularly precious someone.
You resemble Santa Clause spreading splendor to all.
What has caused this fluctuation of being joyously jovial?
It is not only obvious, but also apparent; that the cause is a call from your ma saying pa broke through the walls of disease safely.
The cause for joy is a jump forward from winter to the warmth of spring.
Your reason for being is also all you'll ever need; right there for your rescuing.
Being a significant others' hero or heroine is what brings the sweetest saving.
Bravery must be used to locate your muse.
Once located and made acquainted; time together will be yours for savoring.
A year, a decade, or a century; do not worry of the time span spent.
Only love who you are spending it with.
If you perceive that as useful information; then days passed will never be wasted.
