If there is a will there is a way to the happiness we both deserve.

You the angel of mystery and I the prince of emotions are the perfect duo.

We see life for the deepths and smoke to clam these wicked tales of deciet and hatred.

Our hands clench the clove, our hearts hold the ideals of what true love could be.

We sit way outside of the crowd we have grown from and look down on what drowns this world.

Your curly hair waves to the shoulders and my spikey hair stretches to the heavens.