My Love, let me write a gift for you in form of poctic melodies wrapped in gentle tones.
May these words light rainbows on your fears, and the verses tingle your skin.
May they weave your emotions into nights of passionate dreams.
You are the blue sky above my world, and the warm sunshine kissing my skin.
You are the blood rushing through my veins and the sweet smelling air on the tip of my nose.
You are the anchor when storm rages and the light for my darkness.
You are the smile that makes me blush and the touch deep written in my memory.
Will you let me turn your sorrows into smiles?
Lonely nights into quivering intimacy?
Will you join me and spend a lifetime sculpting day after day of joyful madness and spend everyday painting eternal portraits on the canvas of each other's hearts?
Would you put your hand in my hand and never let go?
Your mind is a lybrinth that I would love to get lost in for etemity and I have fallen for you so deeply that I have red and blue imprints of you blossoming in my garden of romance. I have waited for what feels like a hundred years for someone like you, and I'll wait a thousand more, as long as I reach those lips and get to call you mine
