Paris

If we were to make an airplane made up of our heartstrings, I think we’d fly real high before we crash it

And if we come down, with every piece of us dropping to the ground, I have no doubt we’d end up somewhere in it

I’m undoubtedly in love with you

From our morning wake-ups to when our eyes close

I’m indescribably infatuated with you

From the moment you touched me in the summer of last year to the embrace you hold me in right now

I’m sure somewhere in Paris, they have a banner for us and a scripture right underneath 

To tell people of my darling who lured my heart into a locket and locked it 

In your hand’s embrace, my heart is yours to keep