The Writing Desk

For it is only you that I have in my heart and only you that I dream of when I close my eyes

It is a fire unkempt when your lips touch mine in a dance of eternal waltz

And when the rivers of your love dry, the deserts of my heart will scream your name forever...

And I change the course of my own destiny with just a caress of my hands

your mind may be trained, and yet, is weak against the pull of your feral heart.

It takes, but one look to make the heart lose itself, in oceans that consume my mind

And behind these walls, I have hidden, all that you have harrowed unto me.