Westside TY

I saw queen & slim  & now I’m sad as shit. But it made me want to write a poem.
          	
          	The feel of your palms in mine
          	The smell of your skin 
          	The look in your eyes inspire psalms
          	But your lips insights sweet sin
          	I wish I could love you into the deepest darkest 
          	Parts of  galaxies millions of miles from here
          	Where our love doesn’t climax in tragedy and our souls intertwine infinitely 
          	Where you’re forever my man and I’m forever your legacy 
          	Where I can’t see the end, only the possibility 
          	of a love strong enough to withstand eternity