Let me put you into words,
let me rhyme you into feelings.
With each breath that passes by
I seek you, stay into my life;
etch you into my dreams,
carve you into my eyes.
I reflect you into my soul,
and ecstasy is all I find.
Let me put you into words,
let me rhyme you into feelings.
Let me touch you without my hands
and dive into your spirit.
Let me bleed through your feelings
and tear apart the pain.
For, our love is sensual,
unaware of the conscience.
It's chaste as a bride,
waiting to be explored throughout mortality
My existence is aware of you.
Your absence is aware of me.
Ignoring the mob, unhearing the babble,
crossing the mountains, beside a river,
our love will rest in peace.
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 12:55 PM UTC
Let me put you into words,
let me rhyme you into feelings.
With each breath that passes by
I seek you, stay into my life;
etch you into my dreams,
carve you into my eyes.
I reflect you into my soul,
and ecstasy is all I find.
Let me put you into words,
let me rhyme you into feelings.
Let me touch you without my hands
and dive into your spirit.
Let me bleed through your feelings
and tear apart the pain.
For, our love is sensual,
unaware of the conscience.
It's chaste as a bride,
waiting to be explored throughout mortality
My existence is aware of you.
Your absence is aware of me.
Ignoring the mob, unhearing the babble,
crossing the mountains, beside a river,
our love will rest in peace.
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