Temporal Lobe

She lays on the middle of my heart,

I lay on her minds temporal lobe,

She continues to surprise in her eccentric parts,

I advance to experience the unknown,

She enjoys the air on different levels,

I'll get the custom of her indefinite attitudes,

She loves the penguins as well as baby pigs and she'll settle,

I'll watch and perceive at a lovely filter as I enter certitude,

between her and I.