Where the monsters go to bed

believe

your eyes

as they wandered

toward the next

adventure,

yet you pleaded,

begging

time

I pull back

you draw me in;

a simple touch,

a playful smile,

a kiss

no one else

brushing

against my skin.

Sweet

nothings

like a lullaby,

keeping old memories

locked

with mine.

And from then on

I knew

you

were meant

not in the silence

of the words

left unsaid

nor in the nights

you lay alone in bed.

My soul remains

tied to yours,

my heart’s red string,

flickers

once more

a whispered spell

leaves my lips

binding you closer

heart

to heart

so we would

never part

With the intensity

of a thousand suns.

You are my moon

and all my stars

even

the gods

are jealous

of the fairytale

my love.

For the memories

we carry

within

will never

be lost

for however long

eternity

in our memories.

Woven

in the years

spent together -

a spell

to you,

my evergreen.

I could write stories,

symphonies,

epics —

and still

they would

die

in your

spent in your arms

were the ones

where my being

finally

of forever

was

never

into the aether

that one day

we

will be

whole