My arms wrap around you.
I am smothering, suffering alone,
Wondering what I would do without you.
In a sceptical moment, you brush past me,
As fresh as the morning dew.

Telling me stuff that lay beneath me,
A waking life in a still dream.
Under that particular mound and that particular tree,
Where I touched your soul
And was finally free.

The caresses of your gentle hand.
The sparkle in your beady eyes,
Was the philtre of the most outlandish brand.
And all seemed like the heavens had,
For me planned, a scheme too grand.

You, my love spoke in an amiable moo
Words that my ears couldn't hear.
A life with emotions too few,
A gushing hollowness in the heart of life,
Leaving me wondering, what will I do without you

Oh my god is she beautiful
As serene and true as death
A wonder in the eyes of many
Wishing to be fresh as her breath

I want to walk with her,
Hold her hands entangled with mine
And whisper silently in her ear
"I love you, I am thine"

Could you ever believe that,
It would come this?
A beautiful soul,
Would give you eternal bliss;

I am buried in her eyes.
Enchanted in her charm.
Bewitched by that smile,
That strikes my heart and causes such harm,

That the most wholesome flowers could not heal.
A slit that would give me pain so sweet,
That even my senses could no believe,
And take me on a ride and sweep me of my feet.

She turns towards me and smiles,
Ever more tattling, ever more playing with her hair,
That rest above a face so sweet,
Like a grapevine of golden mare.

And in my mind does one thing exist,
To hold her and make her mine.
Such elixir of mirth and jolly,
Mixed with such beauty divine.

Daydreamed illusion,
A rusted dream in a melted fusion.
I am a disillusioned angel,
Drop a tear in my wine glass.

Look at those wild eyes,
Feel the calm fire they cry.
See what you mean to me,
Sweet cakes and milkshakes.

Limousine eyelash, oh baby what a pretty face.
A touch of sensuality and a heavenly grace.
I am a fantasy parade,
Of words that your lips spake.

To think about those nights and those hookups,
A person meant to only look up.
I won't forget you ever,
Nor would you, I know.

I could hear each of your breath,
Wondering how on your head would rest a halo wreath.
We are like broken branches flowing in a river,
I will carry you, you will carry me.

Sometimes I wish our lives were better rhyming.
Less mining and more hiking.
I wish our lives were more poetic,
They would certainly be less chaotic.

I have scars,
Like all people do.
Every layer of my skin they peel.
Causing pain and utter misery.

Memories are all I have,
More than she did ever accrue.
And in every gushing moment, beneath I kneel.
Dream in heart and hope in soul.

I have scars,
Like all people do.
They may or may not heal.
I hope they don't, at least I will remember what they stand for.