• To never be in love again
    To never smell the roses
    Or walk just to
    See the glorious shine
    In your eyes
    As you stare

    Then you lean in
    And kiss me
    Butterflies fly
    When they come
    They can stay

    The warmth of your hands
    Will linger
    For minutes on my back
    My fingers will never become cold

    Unless we become separate
    But that shall never happen,
    Correct?

    Why do you have to taunt?
    Always expecting my love
    Never sharing yours

    All this lies in the mind
    Only showing
    When it is not wanted

    When the words flourish
    On pen and paper
    When they become
    Existant
    Seeable
    Touchable
    Readable
    Both by the look on your face
    And the ink
    Then there shall be true
    Union

    When the flowers smell their
    Sweetest
    When the water flows its
    Purest
    When the world turns
    As we return
    To our homes
    In the ground
    When you utter the words
    'Iove you'
    Then there shall be true
    Union