To You;

It seems like the gross fog drops itself over us, giving death to the young hearts of ours

I feel your deep breath tickling my neck

this intrigues me slightly swaying my mind.

Moments like these are truly beautiful

Our heads resting on each others breast as the drumming feeds our ears

Certainly this perfection must end

As many minds alike agree

And that drags on me like shackles from the wrist and ankles.

Our lips tell the best story

Entwining and taking on the life of their own

Enchanting us gracefully.

Just to let you know,

This moment and many others will stay with me –

creating the basis of the rest of me life.