As my heart revolves around your pluto while we float in outer space, maybe the scent you give off is what’s keeping me alive. the stars shine brighter showing us the path to take and as we breathe we collide like rays, reflecting what true love looks like in a mirror. we break bread with the moon as we drink our fill of red wine flowing freely from the skies as rain. my aura is not of earth and your dream is where I reside and as the theme song of our union plays in the background, I realize that we are satellites, transmitting fire that burns hot like the sun.

Picture; http://www.parade.com
Inspiration; Capital Kings – Satellites