The crescent moon of your lips
The Grace of God wearing a human face.
A divine melody my soul wants to hear.
I dream of holding you so close
that the space between our hearts dissapear
as they meet and breathe as one.
Each glimpse of you is like a balm to my soul,
the storm within me softens,
Yes, is like drinking light after a long night.
I pray we can weave warmth between our fingers
and stitch them into a single heartbeat.
I long to press my soul upon the blush of your cheeks
and sip the sweetness of your lips.
Let me gently whisper into your ears,
In the quiet bloom of dawn our love stretches
like sunlight across the mountains.
