RMC

In darkest hours you are power.
The thought of your sweet sly smile,
has me compile then reconcile
my meaning and being awhile.

Trust this notion I want motion
everyday and as vast as the ocean
I want to know how you sneeze
and feel how kind is your devotion.

Let’s imitate what happy people do,
see what our company construes
as humor hits us where we feel it too
and how much flame we exude.

I know the little parts they’re art,
I know the little things my heart
repalys them every day after day
and with them will never part.

Sweet glow and dance on the floor
you do everytime I see you is divine.
I feel even now as I feel your eyes
a spirit espouse within like wine.

I want to rapture the clouds
loud and trumpet the gods down
that inside the sound of my soul
has kinged me a glorious crown.

What would a day behave I crave
to know I need to and you do too.
I know for a fact you think things;
I saw red in your cheek come through.

This is no game so don’t play
with fire my sweet beautiful dove.
If I don’t ever see you again at least
I got a taste of what heaven is of.