Smoking with your aristocratic manner,

I gaze at your magnificence.

The world of tinted roses has become

Butterflies circle around you with divinity.

I fall into the moment

I fall into the mist

I fall into the mystery

I fall into you.

Smoking with your sophisticated manner,

I try to paint your face within my mind,

So that it remains milk fresh inside my adoring eyes.

I’m hiding beneath the smoke

That fogs this room.

I’m crawling beneath the smoke

To reach you.

I fall into this madness

I fall into the insane

I fall into you.

Smoking ever so seductively,

I’m trying to contain my runaway emotions

For I am afraid that they could harm you.

I’m hiding beneath the smoke

That fills this room.

I’m fading beneath the smoke

In order to reach you.

I fall to the ground

I fall to your feet

I keep on falling….

Falling into you.

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