you feel right to me
all i can do is
hold on tight
and as your
cold skin makes
contact
all i can do is
smile
i have lost all
connection to 
this world
and, for the
first time, i am
lost in yours
raining sorrows
make sense
i know the meaning
of freedom
the soft 
flutter of angel 
wings
on your fingertips
bring the fragile
pieces of this
place together 
where i can 
find them buried
deep
inside of 
a lover's 
eyes
and, for the 
first time, i am
being looked into
from the outside
through those
deep and
buried eyes
a foreign 
feeling comes 
that keeps
my own world
intact
maybe i will
fall apart
but it makes 
sense in those
deep and buried
eyes
you feel right 
to me, and
all i can do
is smile