Well she’s walking through a crowded dream with a smile just made for me
if I were to describe her now it would take away from the wonderful
that is her laughter, lingering long after it has left the room
if I were to describe a moonstruck, I’d have to dive deep into her eyes
and pray for the courage to swim as fast as the climate of her pupils

one day to want more than wanting you
one day of knowing beyond the surface
that’s how she just, just how she appears to me…