For all the words I know
there are profound ones I cannot utter without thinking of you.
Tis not the grace of man that defines you
But your will to define a mans grace.
Unfathomable radiancy that would align perfectly to the red horizon that sits so gently above our heads,
as the days grow so does my crimson heart for you.
Concealed for love these words held,
until now.
My soul glorified and mind re-embezzled in a bed of rose,
for you I am, belonging to a hearts desire always true.
Deep in dreams i hope you stay
and wake with me only in this way.
