Love is easy. Love is no hassle. Love is like a Sunday morning.
It has to be.
I am listening to your music at the end of the world. On the other side of the world. At the end of my world.
I am watching myself in the mirror at the end of the world. I touch my face on the other side of the mirror. My hand hot, steams the mirror, blurs the image and takes me to the end of my world. Into your world.
And there you are. My eyes, your eyes; my lips, your lips; I hold your face in my hand.
At the end of the world I am you and you are me, there is no other way as love is the end of this world.