A voice that has stayed with me...
That stands out even on stormy nights...
That whisper honey in my ears and sings for me sweet lullabies...
The touch of that skin feels like a kiss from the angels in paradise...
Those eyes. Haven't seen anything more deeper and more striking...
They hold answers to the world's mysteries and whys...
That fragrance. That hair. As it brushes against my face...it makes me alive...
It makes me believe wishes have wings and can fly...
Take me away with you...
Wherever you are...
I would rather melt in your arms or vapourize and reach the skies...
Than be preserved forever as icy cold fate's neglected child...
Whom no one chooses to hear...in spite of the parched cries...
