This weird feeling

Since the day I met your lips,
the Moon just disappeared,
among your original tips,
I just feel that I can't be scared.

You're like the river of my dreams,
the one that I can sail when I'm asleep,
the one that makes my life a trip,
no matter which way I walk in this leaks.

I love when you say I'm silly,
silly, though now you're vexed,
and I'm able to break your misery,
just conveying the simplicity with my eyes.

For my inspiration.