Is it okay your skin creates a soothing touch,

Or that my hearts engulfed with harmless flame?

Is it okay your fragrance delivers a drug rush?

Or that your heart is what I wish to tame.

Is it okay for me to feel like I’m driving with no clutch?

Or that it gives me excitement chasing you, no matter the game.

Is it okay not even the moon can light up the room as much,

Or that you’re the rainbow after the rain.

Is it okay or is it too much?

Or that is that question the same.