I can feel you, hidden through valleys under the deepest of oceans.
Formed by the pressure of pain and growing from its motions.
Your path blossoms flowers and life springs from each step you take.
Your candied aroma makes the fragrance of scented oils seem fake.
Your silhouette imprinted by memories to be unlocked.
My passion for you is unfathomable and can’t be rocked.
The tones given by life don’t resonate to your voice.
The garments you wear are beautiful and always the perfect choice.
You’re not in my hands now but I hold an echo of your love to come.
I can see a smile so bright it makes all my pain numb.
I gain my strength with each battle not growing tired.
Relentlessly I break the chains from binding what our fate is desired.
Your eyes burn with passion arraying love or brimstone.
Your actions are fruitful and within you is a home.
I feel your prayers for me and mine too are true.
I only pray I take the right path directly to you.
Refined and renewed with the sorrow that accompanies your love.
A heart hidden from a world fitted in a sinister glove.