We may never stand just inches apart
or know the warmth and sweetness of the others lips
but you will always hold my heart
When I get lost in the colors of madness in your eyes
I wonder if you aren't more dream than human
If you aren't a song made of flesh and blood and bones
A poem pulled from the fires of eternity
Words waiting to stain the skin of my soul
Stories yet to be written within the pages of my heart
If you are not the perfection of love then love cannot be perfect
but whatever love is
It cannot be beautiful without you