Anchored

Upon reflection, our love and passion for one another, was never lukewarm.

As cliche as it sounds, our love for one another was cosmically written in the stars, long before our paths ever crossed.

Akin to a raging fire that burnt brightly as it kindled and nourished our hearts desire as we became entwined in a blazing love that left us imprinted deeply upon one another.

Sometimes, I oft wondered how you might handle me when I seek to draw upon your infinite wisdom as you touch me with the kind of gentleness I’ve never known or felt, ever before.

Contrasted in between those everlasting moments of raw precious love, desire, passion, intensity and commitment to worship one another’s flesh; wholly.

Opposing timezones kill me softly, and just like wild horses, they’ll never drive you out of my heart, lyrically speaking.

It’s true, love is a form of madness, designed to keep you anchored; mind, body and soul.