The artifact

Your touch is an artifact,

A magical sigil

With a crucial effect,

A passion immense

Flows from your hands,

You lend me an ear,

I lend you a hand.

The day is over,

In spite of all the details,

Your breath is fresher than the coldest petals

Of white roses

And lotus above water.

I can't wait any longer,

And the more I build fortresses and bridges between us,

The deeper you dig into my dreams

Or so it may seem.