To know your quirks, my heart is desirous of so,
like your eyes' suckles, horned, aglow
or like you stir the coffee to the lyrics of our song,
or how I touch you and you follow along.
To love the forbidden fruit's peel, the roses' thorns,
even in grief, weeping like newborns,
with kisses of clemency, our wounds to patch,
collide in my arms as gravity attach.
To help tie my shoelaces when I limp,
when the world's mad, your sanity to crimp,
or when my umbrella over the street is forsaken,
feverishly to kiss you until completely shaken.
To hate my godsend luck,
that something flattened my tire,
at the backseat we went amuck,
my attentive lips became your warmest attire.
To worship the weight I carry home like a coat,
to our bed we whisper the same heavy oath,
"I'll stay in a heartbeat," I was lenient and protective,
of the silence we enhanced retrospective.
To say goodbyeーto your lonely tooth brush,
invite my hands to make yours hush,
tommorow's vague labour is desert's mirage,
so are you my shield, my camouflage.
To love the curves your body shapes in my hold,
the kisses sweet-talking the sun my skin to enfold,
and all of those happen to you
sweetheart, how I love you, you have no clue.
