I always thought we were the perfect match.
But matches are meant
                                   to ignite
                                         and burn out.

there is no stopping me
from doing nothing sensible,
I am quite merciless in such matters.

There is art
In your heart
Painting pictures
When I lay
My head down on your chest.

There are songs in your eyes
Singing lullabies
When you hover
Pin me down
With your stare.

There is a poem
on the tip
of your tongue
I taste it
When I kiss you.

You are a masterpiece.

she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.