Leave Those To the Trees

Brunneous look of your eyes Limn your angle in any place I sight Maybe the aura of your character is hard to find Nor the answer is you and I collide? I am not sure about you If we meant to be or so.. The last thing to happen way back two years ago You taught the spark of flames and oersted fairytales Well hoping the next chapter, It's real another Story of us unpuzzled Direct and not twisted, nor debris are not existing Myriad of thoughts lasting like mistletoes of dreams Late at night I am still dreaming If lies and goodbyes are the same thing? Maybe then after we've broken Exchequer of notions are not ending. Now, you heard me? Am I capable of your love already? Say to me and you'll be free Then, leave those to the trees...