You're My World.

How can it happen?
When eternity is wrapped within a few moments,
Nothing can hurt me,
Nothing can hurt you,
Nothing can hurt us.
Except the shadows of our pasts.

You chase them away,
With your due presence,
Whether you're with me,
Or whether your not.

I chase yours away,
With my due presence,
Whether I'm there with you,
Or whether I'm not.

A deep bond that nobody can touch,
Like two ethereal worlds,
Parallel to one another.
That only we can see,
That only we can touch,
That only we can taste,
That only we can embrace.

The drift of an angel feather,
Symbolizes your absence,
When you leave,
I can hear the softness of its fall,
Only to be picked up by the warmth of summer breezes,
And carried back to my open hand.

You're my other world,
A sanctuary from this one,
Not an escape,
For in both worlds we thrive,
For in both worlds we exist.

I'm your other world,
A sanctuary from this one,
Not an escape,
For in this world we exist,
And ours we have built.

When I'm held by you,
Every bad notion, every bad word,
Every tear containing every bad feeling,
Falls away, dissipates into the atmosphere,
Changing constantly, from bad to good,
To good to angelic, angelic to godly.
The bad falls away,
Cripples beneath its blinding rays.
You're light is shed upon me,
Lights my world,
Brings it life, brings it goodness.

Time freezes,
Like the wintery twilight at a standstill,
Each and every innocent snowflake,
Drifting towards its destiny,
Representing our memories,
Of love and acrimony,
Each and every one,
Wholly unique from the other.

The serenity, the halt in time.
The lack of windfall.
You're my other world,
And I'm yours.