swinging sounds from the wings of a butterfly
warm breeze, a bloomy smell
no queston of reality, prentend, denie
a sphere out of heaven or hell
a room for it's own-my home
in my mind and in this world
infinite purity to be grown
illuminated satisfacton, bittersweet hurt
build sandcasdtles on the beach, in the sun
be free as a bird flying with grace
pooljumping with fishes named joy, pleasure, fun
spelles a big big smile upon your face
upon my face, bright lights, shining heart, eyes glue
muse and cheezy poetry, good enough to be true
i love you