If I were to write your name my hand would shake,
So bad the ink from my pen would stain the paper.
Your soft voice burns my ears
A sultry cup of tea that ravishes my throat.
Your stale perfume makes me cringe,
But yet fills the fragmented pieces you broke.
Your words are endearing, captivating, sweet
But are dripping with mystery, and give me unease.
Am I apprehensive, invidious?
I see the dusk forest in your eyes,
Like your passion for the world, and every plant you see.
You say green is your favourite. It fits you.
Clean, organic, and environmental.
Perfect.
Imperfect.
As soon as I met you I could feel myself falling
Deep in my bones, running through my veins.
And as long as I live, I can never tell you that
I will love you longer than my heartbeat.
You tell me that we are one person,
But this time I feel we are two.