Her

I'm done being stuck in intermissions of love Seeing doves fly...so high above blue skies Wandering around lovers lane alone Jumping at the sound conversing her vocal tones Maybe today will become different full blown Sadly strolling below my own heart Mourning and burning for her touch Short circuiting the fundamentals in sentimental growth Just another way to speak peaks of sexual growth below Although its not all I bestow, romanticism explains my flow Candle lights overtaking a field of moonlit flowers...