yamirenamon

Good morning dear, I woke up today, To find my self sick, Bitten by an airborne blessing, Invisible to touch, to sight, to smell, It can only be felt, only be bled, And you're the reason I've fallen ill, To such glorious pain. Good morning dear, I find you everywhere, Night, morning, mid-day, In the air, in my notes, in my breath, I feel you creeping in, These frail veins, Your eyes have me under such spell, Your smile under such warmth, I've fallen from the pedestal of loneliness, And touched stars of smitten faintness, My knees tremble when we talk I feel like I've fallen, Into such glorious pain. Good morning love, I