the empty sheets
of unwritten poems
the spell you’ve cast
over my soul
a joy long buried
in ruins of despair
awakened now
from stygian sleep
of cemeteries
calling to me
beneath the dawn
first glance i seek you
your heart inspires me
your body excites me
your voice reassures me
like an addiction
i can’t get enough
for you my heart aches
for you my dreams breathe
for you my arms long
when you fall
i will catch you
my arms will not let go
you are the paper
on which i write
the canvas
on which i paint
you are a masterpiece
in the making
only waiting
to be touched