Lost in the height felt once your lips touch mine,
Is heaven a dream, a fiction seen only once we're sleep,
Is it that impossible to see you while eyes are open,
Here now, while the sun is shining,
A present, simply the gift of time,
Taken anywhere we choose,
Given by the hands that's created your lips, your smile,
Would I ever lose you if my eyes were to open,
Miles away from where I'd like to be,
Is that the true definition of life,
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