Drizzle and thunder outside
Listening to slow breaths
Dim light flutters across your skin
Smooth curves hidden only by a sheet
Restless as you are tired
Silently pry myself away
Thinking of how sweet our time together is
Can't help but curse my blessings and opportunities
Which I have long yearned for
Now, freedom becomes desertion
A gift wrapped in loneliness.

Although time involved is short
Feelings experienced like none before
Our bond burning brighter; hotter
Much like a candle wick.
"I love you."
No reply, but I care
Very deeply I find
Just can't find the words
To express myself well
Anything else would do you injustice.
Look into your speckled brown eyes
And always see reflections of a potential future
They sparkle in your heart
With them, a kind of warmth I've never felt
Genuine, Honest and Compassionate.

Will it last with the flame burning so bright?
Will the wock be devoured by the heat
Only to smother its own existance?
Is the passion too hot
For either of us to handle
Without getting burned?
Would our lives
Be too cold without the light
For us to survive?
I fear the outcome when our souls touch
Will the ice melt and blossom to beauty
Or will the warmth die, ever to be frozen in pain?
THE LIGHT