I vow to give you all of me,
To set you wild, to set you free.
Step close, let go, just take my hand,
And love will be our promised land.

I crave your body, your voice, your whole,
Your lips—the scripture of my soul.
Your voice—the poetry my heart recites,
Your smile—the eclipse that births my nights.

The stars may go out, the seas may rise,
Yet still, I suffer beneath dark skies.
My restless soul, a love untamed,
Our fate unwritten, yet proclaimed.

When night get quiet and the dark grows deep,
Lost shadows steal my ability to sleep,
A whisper haunts the moving air—
The thought that she may never be there.

Her love, once warm, now feels so far,
My goddess of love, my shining star.
Pain now chokes the breath I used to sing,
Oh my lord... she is my everything.

My world turns grey, my steps grow slow,
A weight I never chose to know.
The sky feels lower, walls close in,
Regret and fear crawling beneath my skin.

I said the words in the wrong way
What my heart wanted my lips couldn't say.
She read words, but not my soul—
Now silence carves a deeper hole..

I wanted to run until she reached my sights,
Collapse into her arms as I kissed her goodnight
Apologize with aching eyes,
No need for words, no need for lies.

She is a wave I cannot flee,
A love too hungry, it swallows me.
Each breath I take, I fall again,
In bliss and blessed rain.

She is my gravity, my fate—
A black hole dressed in something great.
Love described in heaven's Gate
She is my duo, my love, my soulmate.

I love her. Fiercely. Wild and true.
And if she knew....God if she knew—
She’d see the boy behind the mess,
Just begging for one small "yes."

Oh death,
Please...
Allow me to see her again.
I will give you my husk,
Because my soul already belongs to her.

Anubis, hear my plea.
I have nothing for you to weigh;
My heart was given to her.
I will accept the punishment without a say.

Valkyries,
I have nothing too.
My battle was won
When she said, "I love you."

I beg you, Charon,
I can’t pay for my trip.
My obol was lost
When I kissed her lip.

What wounds me the most, what tears me apart,
Is not just her leaving, but why she’d depart.
Not hate, not a fight, not distance or time—
But that my love wasn't enough...
Feels almost like a crime.

And now I am haunted by all we could be,
By hugs that still echo,
By dreams lost at sea.
She walks with her pain, while I walk alone—
Heart full of love with nowhere to call home.

And I will go to a faraway land,
Carrying the verses inspired by your eyes
And the memory of your scent.

I need to return to the real—
To know life again, and heal.
Maybe distance will do me some use,
Without my sky, my sea, my muse.

I feel naked in the storm of my brain,
As my poems escape with the water from my eyes,
Forever lost in the drain…

My skin carries the stories foretold—
Symbols and dreams only we know,
Words touched by the tip of your soul,
Written in ink, scarred in red bold.

I wonder if the fountain misses the mouth,
I question if wind misses the rock it eroded,
If time misses the life it cut,
And if the sky remembers my scent.

All absurd, all bizarre—
And yet the verses haunt me, near and far.
If my love is seen as a chore,
Then there is no point in asking for more.

I challenge thy god and its unstoppable force,
For I have seen love travel and reverse time's course.
I’ve seen the power of the universe and the chains of culture—
I will love you today, in the past, and in the future.

Am I asking for too much?
I just want to feel your love openly.
Why does every day without you hurt?
I will give you my soul wholeheartedly.

Please forgive me for causing pain,
I promise you, it was never my intention.
Because in this world of no saints,
I feel your touch in every word, every poem, every mention.

I want to undo your ties and make your hair a mess.
I want to taste your lips under dark-lit jazz.
I want to know how your skin feels under moonlight.
I want to feel your vibration in the depth of your night.

I like how you smile over power and money.
I like how you work your lips when you say.... honey.
I like how you undo your coat when you feel a draft.
I like how you cover your smile when you laugh.

Let me show you the new tricks I’ve learned.
Let me see your skin where the sun didn’t burn.
It’s time to show you the place where energy lies—
Where love consumes, and I watch the stars fight.

My lips are soft, my fingers true,
both were made to walk on you.
Speak to me, oh goodness of fire,
my intentions are pure, born of desire.

I need to ******* name from your tongue,
to explore the birthplace of all your songs.
I long to give you my humble sacrifice,
offering body, soul, and mind alike.

To travel upon your sacred hills,
and show you the beauty of my solemn will.
Enter you whole and drink from your vine,
as you tremble in pleasure, vibrating in mine.
Scream our incantations into the darkest night,
let me show you my worth, my love, my might.

On the nights we can't speak,
It’s like feeling the wind before the storm.
I know the presence that I seek,
I dream with  the shapes your shadow form.

I will wait for you in a sea of a thousand stars,
I will carve your name in corners hidden from sight.
I will dive through echoes afar,
And write until my poetry runs dry.

I went to the ocean,
and the waves whispered your name
like a scene from one of your books,
like a player's claim.

They say the sea belongs to poets,
but the sand hurts my feet,
and the sound makes me drift back to you.

I apologize to my future self:
the pain I carry will mature in his heart,
bearing my love for you and my goodbye.

We will never see the children of our love.
They will never have your eyes and my doom.
They will never laugh with your smile and my gloom.

This is my last lament
a wall of verses in my lover’s scent,
poetry for the vanity of our love,
one last song, one last painting, one last poem in your name.