I wouldn’t desire to live another way,
laying beside you is where I must stay.
Protected by your presence
dowst in your essence.
It’s too effortless to write about you.
I wonder, is your mind often infused with me too?
I’m merely a spectator in your shadow
who has been impailed in the heart by your arrow.
You’re like an intricately sculpted scarlet rose
with thorns that are forgotten as I gaze in your eyes: time froze.
Enveloped in your embrace illuminates a serge
giving the illusion that our pulses could merge.
