Trims of Glass

Never forget about the love I bear for thee.
We will never fall for as long as you’re with me.
Never forget the passion of the morning kiss,
Coated white in holy Heaven’s bliss.

Never forget the sight of the stars’ trembling grace,
The smell of their angelic, emerald lace;
Gaia’s hand in your sweet hair,
Patting saints, painting the air.

I can love you till the end of time and stars and Earth but still, I'll love you forevermore!

Then there’s His eye watching us all; another story left untold,
For the forerunners of Old.

The closing eyes of restless wisps
Will falter in your morning’s kiss.

Black the waters were before me;
White in color and in glee,
By you painted, sudden strike
Darkness-free, bleak nights to fight.

And you? Emerald dream too real to sleep,
Memories all free you keep;
You watch and laugh and cry with me,
We see the same, we dream and weep.

Perfect lines that strike my mind.
My child of time, my ray of might,
Liberate and play down thoughts,
Feelings written on my heart.

Not even the angels themselves could tell you how I feel
When I lose myself in the maze of your eyes.

These crystalline labyrinths of tomorrow;
Shining silver lines of beauty to borrow…

But who am I now?
And who am I not?
And who do I want
To take and love back?

It is you, with trims of awe,
That smile and dance and create music.

Write your feelings on my heart,
Blossom gone, time turned to art.
Write your pains onto my walls,
Scratching sorrow, magic falls.

Where there’s love, I choose to scold thee;
There be light, be feeling true;
Then there’s fear so straight and wild,
And the most sincere “I love you!”