Seeing you,
Is recognizing the truth
In a world,
Covered by illusions.
Hearing you,
Is like an angels-chorus…
In ears,
Which stopped listening long ago.
Feeling you,
Is like the gentle wind…
Caressing skin,
Covered in scars.
Kissing you,
Is tasting pure gold…
On lips,
As we become one.
Being with you,
Is more than I could’ve imagined…
Without you, I cannot exist,
Nor do I want to.
QuantumMediocrity 