Don’t lose the grip of my hand dear, keep it secure amidst the warmth so blissful yet pure, for it was sculpted to be interlaced with yours.
And teach me the phrases which settle amongst your eyes, dilate with each touch of mine.
And let my soul flow with your restful breath, for it dances along the whistles of your beating heart.
And you whisper notes of melody in my ears,  it may unravel the softness within me, I fear.
The kisses lay flat on my skin, gently brushing away the flaws of my existence yet the tenderness rushes through my woven veins.
Don’t look too deep into my eyes, dear, they might settle for the vows quiet yet quite fierce.
My love, I fear, the smile might cause the pathways to shine, blinding me in assuring light.