Walking with her in the night reminds the fairy tales that illustrates the hope of true love, since childhood i wanted to become a shah jahan to the one i love, i cannot build a tajmahal like him, but i already build thousands of taj mahal in the eyes of her, i rule the heart to see the beauty of her soul, where i build my castle to be her king. that look is enough to melt my anger to the world where i see demons, her warming touch vibrate my entire thoughts to be in a trance, i wish to be the shoes shes wearing, just for once to taste the warmth of her feet, I'm not crazy, I'm in love with everything of her, Including her nails the way she fight with those tiny things to make me jealous & oceans of tears she use to shed in the ecstasy & aches, i wish to be the tears of her, not the reason.
I can't be her light, but i promise i'll be with her even it kills my physical body, i will be with her as a wind which forces her barnet to dance in the humming of my heart beats.the way she pass her hands around the marks of her bites lead me somewhere far away from the thoughts of chaos,those marks in my chest become the seed of our everlasting crazyness to erase everything around, where we both made our own world of blissfulness.
© vichus