I’m believing that you will reach to your thoughts and
make me your’s, presently or following, because of this
one-way mania, ain’t amusing anymore.
Maybe being in check of their confusion wind
your intention away, I’m hugging you, I’m crazy to be your
only vote and you’d have to stay.
Maybe when you are mine, I’ll be your ideal
agitation, yeah; I wouldn’t complain that it’s holding
you so high to let me in.
Our environmental atmosphere, appreciate and explore,
Where the sea meets shore; a beautiful shore.
Peaks we capture, gaze down in fear,
If you’re an artist, make sure you fascinate.
Landscape exciting, adventurously modern,
Much more to see, than an air that is sky-blue.
It allows so much, open your sight,
Faith of today, with every dawn.
Universe shall fill, trunk and shade,
Some describe it homely, others a pot.
Visions are sustained, when nature exhibits,
Bestowing its pleasures, astonishing it feels.
The home is framed, you can depend,
If you get in stress, it will guard.
Forever ready to give you aid.
Your home should always be honored,
Without it, you will probably digress.
Your relationship with it is very thick,
If something falls, together we sob.
Your home can ease, your confidence builds,
With its fantasy and back, you’ll feel happy.
Just don’t misremember to dispense your love,
That will refresh your connection.