A Lover

A lover you are and shall always be.

Meeting your eyes, I sense such a beautiful mystery,
behind the power of your sight where I read a history
about the love, the life that shines through your eyes
and the empires you praise through passionate nights.

There at the depth of your scene, too much to suffice
Bold skies under melting mountains made of ice
Where silver covers the soft soil, and hard dice.

Reading between the unread-able pages of your book
leaping beats lack the power to even steal a swift look,
or to run down the rivers rippling the mourns of lust.
Where my dreams dive and then rusts through dust
then exceedingly fly above your blue with the airy gust.

And at the depth of your looks, and meadows of your voice
Millions of beats bow for the tenderness with extreme rejoice
yet the perils of your heart, looks too bright too fake ,
and with my heart being homeless, it's a bit too unworthy
to take-- beneath mine which is too weak not to break

Author's Note

wht happend to us?