She's got poetry in her eyes, conflagrant and stunning in so many manners. Resplendent daydreams spill from her mouth, aesthetically winding into the air and shaping my lips into a radiant beam. Her benevolent thoughts and fathomless words, I cannot repeat, I will not repeat.
     Our heartbeats of felicity echo throughout the room as we intertwine our fingers and breathe life into each other's soul. With a step and a stammer and a genuine smile, we reinvented the art of love. The intricate emotions shine bright through my pale skin, propelling me into a state of obscurity and perplexity, and glimpses of forgotten times develop before my weary eyes.
     The skies bleed tears of fire onto the sodium streetlights and the passing headlights. We remain silent in the progressing vehicle, admiring the phenomenon that gravitates to our solemn streets. Her reflection in the window displays wide, illuminated eyes that seem so gentle and composed.
     The fragments of fallen stars cling to our shoes as we slip out of the car and walk down this road of infinity. And although we've reached the end of this melancholy world, it's peaceful knowing that we truly are more than just fingertips and candlewicks.
     We are forever, and we are always.