I am not in love with you yet,
But how so close I feel your breath.
The touch of your lips on my neck,
And the sweat on my palms off your back.

I grasp your hands over your head,
And freeze at the depth of your eyes.
As I feel your body tilting,
While mine begins melting.

If this be my purpose found,
I shall gladly believe in thy Heavenly abode.

We have six billion become,
Yet each one remains alone,
Destiny and fortune we're from,
To find another to make us one.

And miss you crazy I do,
When our moments become a few,
For just a whiff I yearn,
Dreaming my arms around you.

Goodnight Mermaid of the deep ocean blue,
May your colourful dreams all come true.
And when you awake to our warm sun yellow,
May you think first of this darling ol' fellow!

What really would be a true test,
A walk through fire our best?
If we are friends forever to be,
Will we bring our ego to it's knees?
We will never know it's true power,
Until we have shared forever.
But oh so wonderful our thoughts,
And just as blessed to be on this pale blue dot.

I go to bed to dream, not sleep,
And awake to live, not exist.
I befriend to care, not enjoy,
And fight to free, not conquer.
I run to catch, not flee,
And listen to empathise, not advise.
Yet of all things in my future,
And of everything I will ever do,
You I shall love to cherish,
And not for my soul to lavish.

You shall be the fire in a dragon,
A bumble-bee to a wild flower.
You shall be the note in a quartet,
A key to a great composition.

You shall be a seed in all dreams,
A pulse to the depths of the mind.
You shall be a twinkle in the dark sky,
A star to a constellation.

And to me all this you shall become,
A Princess of my being, a Goddess of my soul.

Time now upriver flows,
Grasp air to feel you close.
Tears unravel hidden weakness,
Be mesmerised by nothing else.

Mind bleeds a crimson tide,
Butterflies fall dead mid flight.
Flowers smell of fear,
Nerves of mine fracture.

Worlds merge like pastels,
Blinding dreams in darkness.
Missing textures of your skin,
Sweat tasting of despair within.

Missing arrows from angels torn,
As my soul turns to stone.
To gravity dreams succumb,
Ripping heart of its triumphs.

Embrace the truth we cannot,
Reality, dreams of you distort.
My purple veins of pain crack,
Each breath a dying act.

Forever one or else young,
We cannot ever be undone.
If your soul becomes a ghost,
A close friend, death, I shall host.