Love
The plane sets sail across an ocean of stars..
Like a cat in the dark, you appear out of nowhere.
Just when I think she's through with me, there she is.
Beckoning for me to follow her,
Same as I've always done.
It flies overhead as though by magic.
Knowing I'm under the same sky as you,
It paves the night with a touch of wonder.
You speak and I swing between hope and despair,
Keeping time to the melody in my heart..
What do people call this feeling again..?
Something so rare must have a name..
Maybe they call it.. being in love.
Even if they don't,
I know I do..
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