i want to trace my name into your skin in the early mornings,

and hold your hand in the darkness of the night.

i want to touch your lips but i promise, i will touch your heart first.

i spend sleepless nights thinking about your eyes that hold spring in them, 

and your laugh, tinkling and sweet.

i yearn to let the fire of my mouth melt the passion of your body,

because only then will i see the reflection of the universe in your eyes,

the sunset of adoration,

and you, painted in the hues of red and white and pink,

your colours spilling out of the canvas