Hamayim

I love love when it comes from him
          	It is without guilt and without sin
          	It purifies my heart's hatred from within
          	And makes the flames of my rage go dim

Hamayim

Thoughts of a girl in love: 
          
          I wonder what our first argument will be about,
          if he'll tell me when he's mad at me, or will I have to taste it in the air?
          
          I wonder how I'll respond when he leans in for that first kiss, or how he'll respond when I kiss him back. 
          
          I wonder what his scent is like when the cologne is washed away, and his temperament is when the cordiality is no more. 
          
          I want to consume him, yet be enveloped by him.
          I long for the time and place when we take up the exact same space, joined together beneath the stars in a world that is solely ours.