As soon as I met you, I knew I was in deep. Caught in the riptide, in the blue-black ocean bruise. Your eyes spoke of the earth, and of treasures, and ecstasies. Two years surpass and I feel as swept away as ever, if not more. The heady scent of your body, the feel of your hair in my fingers, sends me careening into the depths. Spiralling, spiralling, down, down…love with you, love in you and I need you more. I know, forever, that I am yours. Without a doubt or shred of fret.