Lightyears in your Eyes

When mornings are sweet and evenings are primrose.. when you smell life in the city and love alive in a pie... when you breate the breeze of inspiration that opens your eyes, cleans your lungs and sets your hair free... when the air moves through your smiling teeth and tells your tongue to say inspired things... when you don't forget to say good morning to the Sun and goodnight and I love you to the starlight that travelled lightyears to see you... I think, that's when you live. Live every part of it in you, with you and for you. Love yourself, have that magical life in your eyes... Happiness attracts happiness, let your eyes be the happy place.