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.-