Someone special

As he hold my waist,
I wrapped my arms around his
Neck, his frequent smelled just like
The entrance of a flower scenery,
Deep in his eyes I could see my reflection,
And in my eyes he could see my persection
Suddenly the slow song of romance rang,
I could see scars from faded pain
Trying to heal through the veins
Of time, spaces between the feathers of swan,
His roots are entangled in mine
If he was ripped of I would have his
And he would have mine.