That touch and the feel,
finger tips and inch to inch.
Things always seemed lovely then.
I know, there was a time I'd hold your hand
and promised to never let go...
I'm still sad that I did sometimes.
I remember the first time you walked towards me.
People always talk about butterflies
but I swear I'd have flown away
and carried the both of us.
The shine in your eyes to match the ocean...
and the wave that pulled me to you.
We were both lost to seem to find each other...
I know I'm still lost but that's fine
There's nowhere else I'd rather be.
Mapping out a world of our own
however we want it to be.
In the field of sunflowers,
or maybe a coloring book;
where the stars dangle by strings,
or maybe in paradise under a setting sun.
wherever you are is paradise to me.
So grab my hand and take me somewhere,
for the world is ours for the taking.

© ceazar