The stars are dancing

Like rhinos with glitter dancing on the sun

Your smell like a tropical vacation

Your taste like a honeydew melon

Your voice like the most beautiful song

Your body like my favorite amusement ride

Your skin like satin

A roller coaster for my senses

A doctor to my love

My heart as your hospital

Yet the song you sing is often dark

Knowing I enjoy all of you, especially the dark

Bobbycock, everyone else says

Love is hate and hate is love I try and explain

The giggles from within they speak of are false

The butterfly feeling is an illusion I try to say

Butterflies are often just colorful moths

Moths are the beauty of death

I am but a Brooke unable to keep people from drowning

Soon the Brooke will swallow you whole

The tides have come and the water has fallen

The logs scream out our names

A mixture of beauty and chaos

The perfect love, the perfect story, the perfect us.