Minutes of talking felt like hours of conversation.
So intense were our conversations,
it was like being on pink clouds.
Where nothing mattered but the two of us.
So fast went the pink flame,
the pink cloud that made me float
in love, in your love.
Clouds of pink love, that's how I felt
when exchanging the first words with you.
Pink clouds made my heart float and take me to you.
Would these pink clouds of love stay?
So I could float and be carried to you every day of my life?
Towards your heart?
Where the flame of love warms
me like a summer breeze.