Ecstacy

Take me back to the night where I was alive.
Where the only thing I could hear were
your soft whispers, reminding me,
Telling me,
You would never let go.
Where the only thing I could feel were the
assortment of colors flowing through my viens.
The clouds of happiness floating above me.
Where we could aspire 
Hope.
Where there was a feeling of trust,
A sense of security.
Where we loved not because of our looks,
but because of our inside; who we really were.
Where it didn't matter if I was fat
or ugly
or too tall, because those words
Never existed.
They were a segment of the world
We didn't want to imagine.
Where love actually meant something to all.
Where I was
Alive.