Your soul touched mine,
So I was born with your love,
Blooming on my face.

It drew intricate patterns down my arms,
full of crevices,
filled with your unspoken love.

It rippled across my torso,
In gaping blossoms,
Fruit of your gentle yearning.

It winds down to my ankles,
Caressing each step,
Holding me close to your heart.