The joys of solitude
have been spoiled by the love I have for you.

Walking silently in places unknown
use to excite and awaken my traveling bone.

Anymore it just reminds me
that my love is alone.

So wherever I travel
be it land
be it sea
It be not my home
if it lacks you and me.

A portrait of love
In the realm of fantasy
Our hearts beat in sync
Rainbow paints on a canvas
Only us, in bed, naked