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.
