Your hands are threaded within mine
Your eyes reveal, portals unto center depths
Your scent a fragrance of pine
Our particles spin, atoms flying, shreds merge, dance, return
Your touch electric at my spine
Your lips created by sculpting angels
Your honor apparent, is it a sign?
Our steps increase as time progresses
A force, a light, momentum presses
Ways of faring myriad stresses
How shall I, what shall I, when shall
I wonder
How shall you, what shall you, when shall you
Fall under
As I feel myself being drawn
Will you run from the dawn?
Come, the day has begun
We must not hide from the sun
It's found us, we shall absorb itâ??s heat
And share a duo energy, as one incomplete.
