Syngoat

Photograph of Time
By Syngoat

Love is mystical for anyone.
Could a tale or reality as one
Their symphony touched in a gentle breeze,
Like dancing under the night sky
As long as it seems just
To enjoy the moment with us
In imagery with feelings
Yet, it seems the silhouette of an abyss
Clocking goes by memory.
Unravel the meaning of us
To trust and meet the kiss of europhoria
By no stretch of the imagination is sought
Is mask something out of everything
Can bite one's tongue to hold on tight
The butterfly in the stomach feels fragile
Gaze on your dream
To treasured memories
As to fuzzy little by little
Wanting the time to stop
By looking at you with mixed feelings
In triumphant smile
Just every night, not to be last night
Without say goodbye
But reaching your face couldn't
To wake me to a clean slate from the dream
It is not just a dream to be true
Blue sky moist to smell nostalgic
Either to be heartsick of tomorrow
Wishing over the horizon
This loving you endlessly
Under the day and night sky
To follow your heart
Even in imperfect fancy to hold
Like in the toughest time
Thus the interrupted to where are we
Become a memory in photo.

Happy Hearts Day, Everyone!
"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍, 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕."