Heaven to me is being in your arms,
how you hold me closer than your heartbeat divine.
The softest kiss planted on my lips so evil,
making the best of my life come out.
All things dark become all that is beautiful,
when you say my name time stands still.
Hell to me is waking up into a dream alone,
startled is that moment when we are apart.
Waves break on the shores of my heart with your tears,
not a star left to shine, all lights fade away.
Deeper my nightmare becomes twisting memories,
of a world without you, in a winter too long to endure.
Perfection to me is your smile,
always lighting up my heart, always beautiful.
The way you laugh as you kiss me tickles my soul,
tears pour from this hysteria we play inside.
Such lips of desire calming all fears within me,
perfect smile in such a beautiful heart.
Reality to me is knowing your love,
in pleasure and pain all things are of you.
How you loo into me as we kiss so passionately,
making the sun shine brightly as I hold you in my arms.
There is only one feeling left for me to expect,
how much our love will grow, how dreams and love collide.
Johnny Newell
how you hold me closer than your heartbeat divine.
The softest kiss planted on my lips so evil,
making the best of my life come out.
All things dark become all that is beautiful,
when you say my name time stands still.
Hell to me is waking up into a dream alone,
startled is that moment when we are apart.
Waves break on the shores of my heart with your tears,
not a star left to shine, all lights fade away.
Deeper my nightmare becomes twisting memories,
of a world without you, in a winter too long to endure.
Perfection to me is your smile,
always lighting up my heart, always beautiful.
The way you laugh as you kiss me tickles my soul,
tears pour from this hysteria we play inside.
Such lips of desire calming all fears within me,
perfect smile in such a beautiful heart.
Reality to me is knowing your love,
in pleasure and pain all things are of you.
How you loo into me as we kiss so passionately,
making the sun shine brightly as I hold you in my arms.
There is only one feeling left for me to expect,
how much our love will grow, how dreams and love collide.
Johnny Newell
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