Jasmine stars caught in a heart shaped balloon, you and me like air, are folded between two lungs.
These transient moments that take our breathe away, bring us back to love eternal.
It’s not the sweet that make us but the sour, the days of grey skies and blue.
It’s not the life that flows in our veins that sustain us, but the helium our love emits.
Only the wind knows where it will take us, so hold me close as we bask in the merging of soul and body.
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