I'm ruptured by thy scent like a moth to the flame.
So citrus so eccentric; tastes an expensive rich.
Your voice, a symphony of magic is my blame;
For the way you have me yearning, for your touch begging from my soul and so much.
I want to be the one thee adore and live with forevermore.
I want to be lost into your soul, which is a hurricane of love.
I want to see the honey of thine eyes,showing the depth of your love stretching as far as the Karakoram, with galore.
It is so mesmerizing, my love that I am putty just with your enticing glove.
Let me bask you in the dew of my, love.
Maybe everything would fade, but my affection dear, will be deeper than the pools of ocean and vaster than the sky,
My love for you will ony grow and multiply just like our skin cells grow and multiply once they grow old, dove.
You will always be apart of me, for I will never let you fly.
Even when my knees are numb, my hair a different color and my heart just a flickering thump.
I will go as far as to bring you the world even if it would be, mountains to jump.
