Fallen

How is it, That a time before you, does not exist. Well the thought of you, is still as fresh as fallen rain. How is it, every thought dissolves into a mist. When it's not you, on my brain. Is it crazy that I let your happiness depict my day. or that your smile makes me feel a magical way. Is it crazy, I see a chance for tomorrow in your eyes. or that for your happiness, il agree to my demise. is it that I'm dreaming with my eye lids apart. or is it really a fairytale at heart. Can I even separate the two. When in you I see all my dreams come true. is it a blessing to be touched by such a desire. That can set a man's soul on fire.