Your touch is a poem
Engraved on my skin
Every end that we meet
Is a chance to begin
Not a moment gets waisted
Not a harsh word gets said
Just a melodic symphony
Going off in my head
A violin concerto
In harmonious tune
In sync with the rhythm
Under a luminous moon
Shining down bright
Enough to light up the room
When I see your silhouette
I’m compelled and consumed
To express and make known
That my loves overdue
For the lone single reason
My search ends with you