Rush through the daisies,
I flow into you like the Tigris with the Euphrates.
Moonlight dances on your skin,
We were always the last couple dancing.
Your wild hair; silk in my hands
If you were the moon, I would be the stars that adored you.
Dark brown eyes; fires burning
You would rewrite history, and I would read it back to you.
Your head in my lap; fingertips aligned
The space between my fingers made for you to fill.
And if we ever end,
the flowers will wilt,
the moon will sink,
the sun will explode,
the stars would fall,
beauty will end with us.
