I made your jaw drop. Made your eyes see anew.
I saw that you wanted.
Blanket yourself and heaven in the novelty of falling so deep, deep in love.
And with every pass of spiral, clockwork dance, your eyes lie upon my face and drink it in.
The knowing of the soul, I can read it as a book across the color changed cosmos. Your eyes, glacial, deep sea, beaming sun rays.
I see it now. You see me, and know you will find in me what you want. Every time pleased to find that it is there.
Pleased and not surprised.
Still your jaw drops as you are pleased, but not really surprised to find you have an appreciation of deep, deep love.
And in this way you are mine. Your are not my noun, but you have gazed upon me and felt the trembling of the Earth. In this way, you are mine. You have met me through the triumph that is pain. In this way, you are mine. You have tasted my soul and felt nourished. In this way, you are mine.
