Skips of heartbeats
everytime I look at you.

Surrounding myself in you
would be a heaven for me.

They say
"heaven's just a trick,
it isn't real."

I wouldn't blame them for thinking that.

They haven't looked at you and
felt the torturous bliss
spreading through the flow
of blood in their bodies.

They haven't laughed with you
and felt the relieving warmth seeping
in the branches of their veins
until it intoxicated them.

They haven't had the pleasure
to be looked at by you
and feel as though the entire galaxy
was thumping wildly in their hearts.

They've never taken the fall for you
and haven't had the chance to feel what
it feels to know heaven.