Well, Isn't This Romantic?

A light shining down,
Too bright for the eye to see,
Hidden in the smile beyond the frown,
It haunts me.

I wander as a vagrant,
To a heaven of my choice,
A place of salvation never flagrant,
In the depths of your voice.

I found a place,
Where they can never hurt you,
Free to live in grace,
A painted picture of a dream come true.

A place where nothings amiss,
A moment's reprieve,
Where you encounter myriad bliss,
Only known in make-believe.

This place exists,
A wonder we all think of,
Miracles are an endless list,
In the world of your love.

Vaster then the Atlantic,
Known by the few,
Well, isn't this romantic,
That I live just for you?