In a steady pace,
Your silhouette draws closer,
I can't help but wonder,
How can one figure hold so much grace?
Then it presses against the vapid darkness,
Intertwined and set aglow,
Always buried within the whimsical afterglow.
Like it's my last today.
Nothing else I'd rather feel,
The only thing I want to breed;
The kinetics of the rush,
The lyrical harmony of our love thrush.
I reside in paradise,
Shot down by the bullets of your glistening opals,
You call your eyes.
Compelled to submerge in this guise,
One day we shall witness our prize,
The one event more beautiful than our sunrise.