I wonder what you really see in me when we share our afternoons gazing over the peek of stars already dancing in the darkening skies. Do you see me how I really am, or see a side of me that I have not discovered yet? How would you describe me, what words would you use? It's another of those ephemeral internal ramblings of mine, because you see me with a certain glimmer in your honey glazed eyes that I can't ignore. You use specific words, yet can't contain the smile that forms when you mention my name. "It's obvious", some tell me. "They're so in love with you," some conspire. But I could never be so sure, with someone as enigmatic as you.
That's why I daydream so much about what kind of description you would use, if you'd be gentle enough with your terms to let my heart feel in sync with your rhythm. Because that's what we are for the outside world, aren't we? I'm the lyrics and you're the melody, whispering love words to each other but still being loud and chaotic enough to have our true intentions noticeable from a mile afar to the rest of the world, to anyone that can hear and see our displays from any perspective when we make music together.
Or at least, that's how I feel... enchanted by our chemistry, delighted when our presence alone can lit up any room by just being ourselves. I feel you're a part of me that can't be erased easily: I like to hold onto these mixed tunes we make, because in the end it's a part of the magic I could only have with you by my side.