Very few things are to be true,
But I feel it with you.
It's easy to feel lost when you sprint into the night,
But never did I expect the sensation of our stars to feel so right.
It's easy to be petrified of the consuming fall,
But never did I think I would be caught by your addictive call.
It's easy to dream of forgotten fairytales and their mellifluous sounds,
But never could I wish my nerves spark as I floated through the clouds.
It's easy to crave something you never known,
But never would I suspect how easy I fell that it would rattle my bones.
So many things are said to be easy and some may be true,
But none of them will ever be as easy as it was for me to fall for you.
