Dishearten some fantasies won't come true.
Though these feelings linger on,
Hidden thoughts find their way.
Observing my frigid situation melts with you,
As I'm isolated in desolate places,
A wasted desert, sentence to solidary confinement.
Yet your rivers deliver early release.
I've bathe in the comfort you bestow,
Prohibited, still my heart's necessity,
Is this heavenly connection,
Birthed from mutual affection.
A lovely metamorphosis,
My being welcomes your name.
Inquiring for just a instance with you,
Desiring the ticket, though quantity is few.
You are radiance, to my darkest day,
Pondering the future, and what it has to say.
As the droplets you give, rain and pour,
Deeper into the crevasses of this wounded soul,
Knowing you are the treasure, more precious than gold.
