He makes me fly.
Sweeps me up off of my feet
every single time.
Even though my wings are clipped
and I'm afraid of heights...
I want to catch a cloud
and make love with him in the sky.

Maybe then as we soar,
I could tell him all the things
that I couldn't say before.
Like being with him is so surreal,
that I dont even know whats real anymore.
That I love him all the way down
to my broken hearts core.
But most of all, he makes me feel beautiful,
and I have never been beautiful before.