I guess the nights the most romantic when the moon casts its spell.
The time for me to flirt with you-
When my personality isn't hell.
When I am clear headed and we were so high. Love can be made and you hold me, with dark skies.
The stars glow like our eyes in the light,
Buried under blankets I feel more alive.
The day has an aroma of roses and spring, and the pancakes in the morning mean more than one thing.
But the day isn't as free in time.
But I carry you always, day or night.
I guess I've been selfish,
and need more acceptance
in patience, and in life.