If all else fails

Straight from the heart, your seat was still warm.

As she has your heart still, I can understand this struggle;
If not romance, what is this love, we speak of while entangled;
Rustled and drenched in sweat of, longing for this faze;
Remaining unspoken, existing unnamed;
Thus in harmony we fall, as distance will sustain;
Avoiding loving gazes,
otherwise magnetic,
if only by curiosity,
Of ever subvocalized thoughts.





If all else fails you will be mine in the next dream I live.

XO