I’ve a little place that I go to, every time I think of you and we can’t meet. It’s a little pink world lover’s inhabit and I want this world to be a part of you too, like it is a part of me. So close your eyes, and think of me and you’ll see it. And I’ll be waiting there, in the garden of our dreams. We will meet there, and go walking among the dewy grass. And there will just be you and me. Under the sky. Walking hand-in-hand, talking about absolutely anything under that beautiful golden sun that’s shining only for us. We will talk about aeons to spend together, hand-in-hand, in our own little pink world. And time will stop for us. And there will be magic. It will envelope us like a thousand stars coming together, spinning our relationship into gold. And we will never part. And that’s a promise.
