Oh, Locur. Dont you see? The shine of your hair, the paint on my sheets?
The wind going there, but feet right here.
Under your body, and standing on ground. Don't you see that love _is _found?
Beautifully made, crafted in time, ponders on thoughts, more than a dime.
We need this world, we love it too, Ofcourse there's more to do.
Look at the moon, the stars, the sky. Up so high, I wish I coul...
