Cradled in the darkness,
but a name without a face.
Something soft, and silver,
with no need to be replaced.

I felt it, like a warmness,
or a chilling of the spine.
That something soft and silver,
might settle in, and be mine.

Then eyes just like a jungle,
that I couldnt find myself in,
buried my heart like a capsule,
a pretty, ultimate, sin.

A perfect small exchange,
between the most glistening of eyes,
or the small twitches of a smiling smirk,
that glitches out the lies.

Translated like a message,
no need to say nor write.
A feeling of belonging,
a feeling that it might.

I felt it in a sudden, and,
in smaller bursts since then.
Of love that seemed irreplaceable,
that I couldn't even sense.

So I caught it like a petal,
or saw it like a star.
This perfect little feeling,
i always feel where
you are.