love poem

you feel right to me all i can do is hold on tight and as your cold skin makes contact all i can do is smile i have lost all connection to this world and, for the first time, i am lost in yours raining sorrows make sense i know the meaning of freedom the soft flutter of angel wings on your fingertips bring the fragile pieces of this place together where i can find them buried deep inside of a lover's eyes and, for the first time, i am being looked into from the outside through those deep and buried eyes a foreign feeling comes that keeps my own world intact maybe i will fall apart but it makes sense in those deep and buried eyes you feel right to me, and all i can do is smile