I stare and wonder,
how could anything so beautiful exist?
I seem to smile as i think,
the ways I love her, I cannot
list.
I see her thinking, that look on her face.
I look in her eyes, my heart seems to race.
She smiles at me, mentions the rose in my cheeks.
I still feel aloof after fifty-two weeks.
After twelve times surrounded.
Once now flames we have rounded.
Still a sense of vertigo, waits in her eyes.
A sense that soon, I will fall from the skies...
