Just a memory

A poem written for my beloved. The angel, that God finally stole back.

Cocooned in my fictional escape,
My own perfect place of existence
I can smile and mean it.
Where the clouds dancing
Across the schwarz canopied sky
Are dancing with me.
And that one special song envelops me
Wrapping me up
In every heartfelt word.
My own little world.
Where the stars shine
Like diamonds caught in velvet
And the rain flows in cleansing torrents
That wash my canvas clean
So tomorrow it all starts again.
My own perfect little world
Where in your blue eyes
I see nothing but myself.
And we're so close
We can say a thousand words
Of love and adoration
Without making a sound.
And you understand me
Without having to ask.
In my own perfect little world
Your body heat radiates solely with my own
Incinerates with my own
It's just the two of us
And In my own perfect little world...
You're still breathing........................