Become more than fantasy,

My love I feel you nearing,

Before you was agony,

Now birds are all I’m hearing.

Kiss your lips pure elation,

My hand on your cheek, rapture,

My chest a warm sensation,

I’m yours now, you’re my captor.

I would die so happily,

I’d smile sweetly and succumb,

If I held you wantonly,

Musing on what we’d become.