Afraid to love, a love that is too big for me
A mystical enchantment soaring through history from when Romeo and Juliet grooved a paradise of love before anyone knew it would become a tragedy. A triumphant glory of you and I parades through the streets flowing with romantic taxi cabs under agold stricken sky, bursting city height that would collapse balance. Electric swizzles down our way heating the darkness. Eyesight short of a future pain, I betray my natural soul searching and look into your eyes, falling in a cascading unique tone of blissful tranquility, the metropolitan advance of attraction pours its colour over me, never selfish of a drop - as I look into your eyes. Memory forgets to remember what it should rememeber as I still river through a traffic of a central park hypnotisation. My heart soars to beat in a flashing rythm, clicks of photographic peace drain from your brown pupils to slowly turn me a student of being afraid to love - a love that is too big for me.