One Twenty Fifth

I just flew over you And I had thoughts of falling. Falling 32 thousand feet doesn't sound that bad ... If I could fall into your arms. Those arms, that warm embrace, home. So far away from home. Home is where the heart is, and mine is in your hands. I saw you, I knew it, I didn't need a second glance. But I'd do anything to be able to never have to take my eyes off you again. The way you reflect photons matches my perception of perfection, the frequency I was searching for, the one I've been looking for and you decided to open your door, let me into your grace, allowed me to contemplate your face, being with you shoots me to space, high, high up and I'm watching you from 32 thousand feet above, and I feel you, my love. I feel you.