Before night falls I try to escape from my thoughts of us, the yearning to hold onto you.
Our love is not traditional, though I can barely try to hide it.
The darkness of the night collapses down on me.
Eyelids close giving into the necessity to sleep.
My heart is shut, blocking out the vivid recollections.
This disposition to do good suddenly has me twisted and ruined.
The need to escape my own thoughts leaves me incompetent and intricate.
By morning my heart is reluctantly opened again.
Supple encounters pursued during my dreams.
Now the reveries will never stop.
This affectionate romance play within my fantasies leaving me with no respite.
A red rose for each occasion you’re on my mind.
The mentality of this emotion leaves me with no logical answers.
This irrational behaviour has me content and relaxed.
vibrant sensations that generate my body to convulse.
The yearning that i have. Is loving you.
As you love me.
