Raindrops Fall on my pink flooded face, nose red from the cold atmosphere

beginnings feel like warmth in this strange point of view

Our love remained alive

A connection our ancestors mapped out for our own state of mind and well being

He is terrifying to my indecisive attitude

Scrambled In his eyes, charming me back to my fantasies,

His touch sensitive to my insanity

A magnet to his hearts pull

I will love him till I forget to love

And after I will remember when his marries my temporary confusion

He is home to a lost creator,

Wisdom of a father

Warmth of a nurturer,

And that same selflessness of a mother

He is family ive longed to experience

The blanket to cover the front and center

Pain cut throat in the plainness of a savior

I only hope this patience isn’t temporary

For the mere reality I am a prisoner to my guilty pleasures

A cold sinner i’n the effortless nature of my cravings- poisonous peaks of euphoria

He is my high and lowest low to the underground caverns of my being

The balance we wished on unconsciously

The bearer of the key to my heart

Dust copper and heavy, rebirthed into a healthy nostalgia

The rain flashes us back to our prior love from our past lives- regaining our animalistic instincts the lethal love of a widow, to a soul without a body existing in its divine purity

Love, we never outgrow it.

We were one ,

We remain as a whole

Till the world collides with the ends beginning,

Where we start over,

Falling harder, loving deeper, growing kinder