One?

Flavored kisses becoming an illusion.
Open your eyes lady a month has gone by.
Let your lips float and become the conclusion
dreaming of the omnipresent fight, we cry.

You fly. He stands on your heart feeling ill.
The conversation with his soul's about you.
We turn the page of our time and we are still
remembering, trying to forget the blue.

We stand tall and strong, reliving the night
when the miracle happened; when he met you.
We count time like no one, I think of the "might".
You revolve, volutes, our love in debut.

The ball rolls. The rocks don't. Here comes the sunset
of what happened before and cannot be no more.
Here comes the sunrise. Exhale with no regret.
Three words would suffice. Just three, not anymore.