May I...
trace the lines
on your face?
and read what's written
in your palms.
I want to know
If I'm a part of
your future
and if such a fate is
written in the stars.
I wish I could know,
what to do with every
freckle on your skin
May I connect each fleck
to the ones on my arms?
near my heart,
I'd create a galaxy
of lovely stars
and new worlds
for us to see
and I'd know it'd be so
heavenly...
so may I take
your hand in my own
and let our tapestries
collide for all time.