Twinkling stars lite my lantern, while we lay beneath the pitch black sky, zipped up in a sleeping bag with my favorite guy.                                                                                                                                     Money cant buy happiness, only lived  experience can, this is why I want you to be my morning bacon and eggs and ham.                                                                                                                                                                                                     In nature nothing is perfect but neither are we, but at least our flaws will be hidden beneath the thick evergreen trees.                                                                                                                                       Nature and friendship can flourish so deep, in a magical place were the trees only speak, a place were our lusty secrets they'll always quietly keep.