VENTURA BLVD

Stars play so pretty in your hair As you lose your gravity to my heart Planets spin lazily in the contours of your eyes If I remove my face mask, will we be able to breathe together? And if we are pulled apart would the Universe fade out? On the moon I promise you the earth and mean it. You laugh. I am very much in love until very much in love Becomes a poem, very much in love, very much in love, Very much in love. Our love is the poem, every line, every word. You laugh I love, I remember when I held the door for you. I remember when I offered you my seat. I remember when you took it. The seat was my poem, my poem to you; better than a carving on a tree. The seat ran on petrol, drove around town, a mobile poem. My poem just drove down Ventura Blvd. Since we broke up it searches for other poems. i wish it luck.