The colors of my eyes, reflect in your disguise, we saw a show, but everything’s off behind the curtain, covers can’t hide, just wrap us up in sneering smiles. The stage is set, we have an audience, and they see us, we remind ourselves, of every little thing that brought us here, and who knows, maybe they’ll understand, maybe we’ll make everyone understand the truth. The true feelings that feels feel, when you get the feels. We hit an undenied un ending feeling that is making us wide awake, until the sun breaks, as we soak in the basking moonlight, we watch the stars, we hide our laughter, behind the crackling fire, we reach for more, but can’t stop because we’re flying. We want adventure, our hearts beat isn’t enough. We yearned for perfection, and this is what we got? I ask not because I don’t know it’s true, I say it because I’m still in awe this is real. Most people beg, plead, get burned, and hurt. And we didn’t know, what window would be opened. But here we are opening an entire line of windows and doors, conversations that haven’t ended, perfection in the making. We are on the same page, writing this fantastic novel, that has sequel after sequel, and I can’t picture the end, so all I keep doing is writing. I have this gentleman, that’s in shining armor, that wisps me off my feet, makes me knees weak, as I whisper to him, and he falls again. We can’t take our eyes off each other, but each time we get a glance, we’re twins thinking how we did this. How we got here, how truly grateful that this is mine. I’m yours, your mine. Forever truly