Please be my dashboard tonight.

Butterflies of folded Love letters,
Dies upon a your arrival in the airport,
They are searching higher ground,
I am standing watching them fly,
When you saw me and smiled.

In the moment my butterflies despaired,
The music is getting louder in the eardrums,
The rhythm is overwhelming me,
The bas is leading your steps,
The high notes are swirling for me.

I am without sorrows the carpet,
Opens for us drawing the steps,
My soul burns with crystallized longings,
To listen to your hearts beat of a drum,
The spirits leads us over the floor.

While our hands are plaited,
Our hot blood is boiling inside,
Creating a unreleased pressure of love,
An explosion to come soon,
Let us follow the path of love.

Please be my dashboard tonight.