If I were a painter
I would capture your likeness
When sat under yellow light
Playing games at the table
Or bathed in the flickering glow
Of a campfire underneath the night’s sky
Your skin a playing field
For different shades of red
So I might remember
With perfect clarity
Your contour that I could see
Sitting opposite of you

i need to stop
setting myself on fire
to keep you warm.

Floating water,
In between the mountains,
Lines of rime beside all through,
Glazing as blessed in the eve...

Winters and sunset,
Like sips of tea with cigarette,
On the rocks just us,
Lot of words, no varlet...

This pleasing moment,
Our talk and a Lil walk,
to our inn
With lot of Promises...

That river and sun behind mountains
are creating a wonder,
This place is beautiful,
But not u...

You are not beautiful but a magic,
Just waving a stick like a sorcerer,
And making anything aweful,
Just by your appearance,
So always be there, and I'll be thankful,
Unlike stones cursed getting seep,
Like all those air not stopping us to go deep...

In moonlight nights, I weave a dream,*  
*Lost in thoughts of you, it seems.