You captured my heart with your arrow and bow, and I desire nothing more than for us to experience growth. My violin plays an ode to our love, so pure and serene that it creates envy in doves. Your sorrows I will soothe as you lie in my arms, providing you with guidance and shelter from harm. The very night we met was nothing if not bliss, as I surrendered myself to your promise of eternal bliss. My soul cried out in glee happily, that you are my soul's mate on Earth, as you have managed to remind me of my worth. You are equivalent to your weight in diamonds straight from De Boers, as I envision our future and see sunshine for years. I will still know that you are the one, when my vision has diminished to the point that I can not see but only feel the heat of the sun. It bathes me in its heat and caresses my frame, as I relinquish my ego and refuse to play games. I sheathe myself in you, praying for more; your ecstasy has taken over me and settled the score. No longer naive, I am wiser now devoid of a script, I have taken a bow. You have chiseled your name into my heart, yet this required no effort on your part as you were inside me, right from the start. I experienced déja vu when I first saw your face, as I knew we had incarnated before, in this holding space. My soul is entwined with your body and mind as you whisper the three words that are much too kind. I have been a burden, spoiling you with my cynicism while you were the cataclysm that led to my heroism. Stripped of my devices, I can now breathe as I take your hand in mine and promise you eternity. Paradise claims to be as nice, even though I hear your name resonate in my body, not once, but thrice. The third is the day that I refused to let love pass me by, I love you and always will, no need for an alibi. You have saved me from myself and the throes of life itself, as I gratefully reflect and see that you have answered my cries for help. My confidence has risen to the highest degree, as I fall further in love and embrace my destiny.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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