A Never-Ending Season
Love in its purest form:
I find you in the steam that
Rises from my tender-tinted tea,
Stroking the contours of my face,
Filling my passion-filled body with
A soft sense of ever-blooming warmth.
I fiddle with the collar of your oven-worn shirt
As you stare with a familiar profoundness into my eyes,
Memorizing the lines on my skin and their luring
Imperfections that hint at the stories of my past.
And as I lose myself in the shadows that mark
And define your face, I stumble into your accidental
Charm once more, drifting into an overpowering love-sea
And yet resisting any thought of swimming ashore.
I wish never to be found, to remain an
Ever-constant prisoner to this forbidden love,
That these chains—eternally strong—will see us
Through the torments of the blinded world.
Although the paths that map your face may
Fade away or change, the journey of our love
Will neither falter nor travel astray, for the
Gentle beatings of two destined hearts beat as one in
A never-ending season.
- LMG
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