scorpio1

Time over looks us, Its sands slipping through my fingers, Each grain fits so perfectly, Like your hands. The world surpasses us, Each fabric lost in its meaning, Looking so deep into my soul, Like your eyes. The wind gently cradles us, The breeze in a dance with my spirit, Holding me so tightly, so safely, Like your arms. The sea setting us to a rhythm, Pulsing with the beats of my heart, Swaying me to completion, Like your soul.