Perfect

Her head on his chest, she knew it was meant to be, She was grateful he had picked her, out of all the fish in the sea. Their hearts beating faster and faster, beating as if they were one, For if hell had taken away this love, to her head would lay a gun. She loved getting the butterflies in her stomach every time they touched, The feeling of his soft smooth hand, and gentle warming clutch. It had finally happen, heaven had been brought down to earth, In these exact moments, she know what this rare love was worth.