Emotions are like dew — I steal a moment to admire your skin,
illuminated by the golden sun; it resonates and harmonizes
with the brilliance of your love. I yearn to capture the
vibrant shades of your lips, each one a memory of our
unforgettable kisses.

Beneath this radiant light — so serene, a distant calm; I find
myself resolute in simply observing, unwilling to disrupt
the sight of your bare skin, glistening in the golden glow
of the words that shaped you so beautifully before you came
into being. Let us cherish these instances; like a dawn — these
eyes that met out of politeness, while I courted you with a
tapestry of words, lost in their quest for allure.

Yet, you will always enchant my finer sensibilities; those few
tangles in your hair, in the shadow of your presence, left
me quaking, struggling to choose which smile I wish to don.
Adrift in the fleeting moments between pauses, my
prelude thoughts grow envious of the sequels that
revolve around you.

Lips that feel so much colder when they part from yours —
so I implore you, draw nearer to ignite my warmth, as
it is a delight to simply gaze upon you.