I felt the pulse of your throb
It's aliveness never to rob
as scales of excitement lighted
a heart descended, my knighted

I saw the bright esssenced fingers
It's the rare stare ever to linger
as your soul spoke keenly to mine
beyond this existence we dine

I touched the skin on your face
It's delicate layers on eons trace
as the pen scripted the words
in a language of unbeaten swords

I loved the scare on your bold eyes
It's sincere dare in trodden trees
as the unsunk crux transpired songs
on the octave strings of the wrongs