we're going down the horizon.
the sunset is pink.
the clouds form a chain.
nothings but love in our brains.
we're loving the moment.
we're holding on for more.
you and i rolling down the windows.
nothing but love is in what we breathe.
we're listening for a rythm.
we hear our hearts serenade.
the wild flowers form a parade.
we're reading each other's minds.
what's the next move?
do we let our hearts do the thinking?
the heartbeating forms a pattern,
of a story worth a zillion words.
what else can we ask for more?
love is but a dream.
 
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