When I'm with you and your fingers aren't broken and your voice is as sweet as ever, I can peer past the night clouds and through to that sapphire sky. Its a cushion for the prettiest little gems, and they are so close I think they shine in our eyes. Enchanted eyes that dance and laugh and best of all, believe our dreams. Where fulfillment isn't only a possiblity, but a promise.
Hearts that beat in harmony, elated to have found another on the same frequency.
Your face in the glow of the dashboard is a painting, proof that understanding can be perfect.
best friend is a sacred title.
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