Lover's Dream
I sit across from the muse Unbeknownst to him Studying the words as they escape his lips, His hand in mine As his eyes wander to some foreign place. When often I fall He picks me up Shrugging off any hint of insecurity, The unconditional pull of his heartstrings Felt throughout my entire soul. The etchings from the tip of my pen Could never properly display the magnitude of love That I have for him, The depth of which is inconceivable to the human mind As we continue to fall deeper Dreaming with pens in hand as we often do.-
