An eruption is not an option anymore,
It has become the forever outcome.
To touch fingers and lips,
Stranger turned lover,
And know there is more;
It is an excitement once lost on me.
But to hear your laughter and see the eyes
That narrow with it,
I feel the way I have been searching for,
In the darkened streets and halls.
A warm backlight surrounds you,
Like you have come straight from the sky.
Do no harm, I beg of you.
I do not know how many more times
My heart can mold someone into
The love of my life.
E.