Wednesday, March 7, 2012


It’s pure bliss.
There’s no other word for it.
The feeling I get when you walk in the room,
When I see your smile 
And that look you always flash
It’s more than butterflies.
It’s more than happiness.
It’s pure bliss.
You put me on a cloud.
And I float up there in the sky
until it’s time to say goodbye.
I don’t know what it is,
What makes us so good?
Why does it feel so good?
Why does it fit so well?
Well, who cares why!
It works in a perfect way, a weird way.
A perfectly weird way.
And I love it.
It’s pure bliss.

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