The birthplace of love rests under my chest;
lachrymose joyous threads
glide seamlessly
in shades of celeste.
The birthplace of love pounds
In iridescent beats,
time stands still…
I embrace your spark,
sweet, silent cry…
Sporadic overthinking bursts
cloud my view,
not my soul;
yet in an instant
your timeless glow
unfailingly
Reflects back
the curves of our core.
How can one explain the
exquisite invisible flow
between your
smile
and my soul?
You and I,
Two spirits, one song
You and I,
unfathomable,
sempiternal bond.
