Rapture

and you with your voice that surely must have been a gift from angels on high, carry me away. let us live and love above the clouds where we'll play, surreal. is the affect you have on me and yet, how could I ever tell you? how would I ever say? the obvious, it's you here we are carrying on as before, we laugh and tease we reminisce we plan for yet another day and I, skip off to the stars...