There’s something beautiful in holding hands
Watching the night sky while two insects dance
Nature come with a subliminal grace.
As the fairies touch our lips with their wands
Soft kisses begging us to take a chance
Behold, the thumping sound of a heart race
The grass stands at ease, so do our hair strands
Something amazing about this romance
Seems tight, even the wind is short of space
On this merry bright plains, where beauty stands
Magically enacting our own france
Let us furnish all our dreams in this place
Maybe echo our names into the stars
Burrying old wounds, while fading our scars.