you exist, in a nonlinear time
in a place made by the color of dreams
and the angels of heaven
all know you by your name
ecstatic perception of everything perfect
stands my reality
my thoughts of you, too beautiful
to be described by words
I move my lips to try
as I, stutter to utter
but my voice is lost
in the sounds of harmony
and the music of my heart
beats in the rhythm of happiness
I close my eyes to smile
and softly whisper my love to you
The Emotional Delusions of a Mad Man
