There is something special about the way to world vibrates.
The light of blue eyes, in which show every pixel of blended shades of blue,
to fill the atmosphere with the sounds of awe, gazing into those pupils,
every minute is filled with dulcet distractions, while your imagination maps out the possibilities.
Who knew Bohr's model could be so fascinating, turn around and write:
My electrons prefer to to be in your orbitals.
We can calculate the speed of love, of light, of sunshine.

The sky is filled with the sound of the cloud's laxed movements,
and ears overflowing with the soft sound of the perfect harmonious melodies,
if there is a place in the world as peaceful, then maybe we don't need to get lost in postcards,
because right here is the perfect luminescent lighthouse.

If i crash my ship on the shores, will you promise to keep me company,
Stare into the majestic ocean and just enjoy being lost.

The same way my heart gets lost in your eyes.