Swan

The lights turned off, and your beauty remained; casting a new hue on the nature of your saint. Your touch arouses my inner tiger, often making me feel as if I could faint. I light my candle on both ends, as I pull you in for one last goodbye. We have embarked on a journey unknown to man, your voice, the sweetest lullaby. I lick my lips and blow kisses your way, hoping that we will turn a new page. I reminisce about the sweet scent that you emit, as I fall further in love and take another hit. Your spoils are my successes, as your rubbish is my treasure. Much to my pleasure, you are the one who fills my life with endeavour. I blast off, shake the world like its tectonic plates, then say a prayer, appreciating our fate. I am destined to remain your knight in shining armour, as you fill me with endless love, like an armoire. I nestle your shoulder as I curl into a ball, I know your arms will never fail to catch me when I fall. I crawl into bed, slightly lightheaded, as I float above the world, dancing amidst the clouds. You cover me like a shroud, protecting me from harm; disarm me with your smile, as you paint my world, making it worthwhile. As we work towards a future full of happiness and light, I regain my sight and see that you are the only one that will ever keep me warm at night. You caress my adoration as you show me your colours true, being the only thing consistent in a world so untrue. I hold your hand and follow you into the promised land, filled with riches and glee, like a house made of candy. You are the sweetest thing to grace the face of this Earth so wide, the world would be a better place, if by your morals it would abide. I can no longer hide as you fill me with your water like an empty vessel starved, unto my blissful heart, your name, is forever carved. I lay my head down to sleep hoping that night will fall, I pray the Lord my soul to take, in the event that I can no longer recall. Your breath on my neck, and your voice in my veins; the passion that empties me and fills me again. You are the fire that burns throughout the winter, the wood that keeps my home warm. My magician, as you have performed illusions and magic that have transformed me into a beautiful swan, no longer an ugly duckling, I have surpassed the norm.