Analysis of Butterflies and Pretzels

At the witching hour a soft breeze sets off a set of bells.
A butterfly flutters past my cheek, just barely brushing it.
A star captures my eye, twinkling with extra beauty.
Water whispers over rocks softly pushed with the wind.
At a summer picnic a pretzel breaks and falls in the shape of a heart.
Abstract things cross my mind when I think of her.

A soft laugh, chiming with happiness.
A soft kiss on the last day my eyes see my love.
Deep and pernicious brown eyes full of love and hope.
A voice so beautiful the angels glare in jealousy.
Mentionings of everlasting love.
I remember everything about her, even if it hurts.

I want to be the cause of your happiness.
I want your lips to caress mine.
I want to stare into those gorgeous eyes for eternity.
Your voice echoes in my mind with resounding beauty.
Even the smallest most insignificant things remind me of you.
The day we are together again will be the day I can finally smile.