confessions of love

Confessions of love

I am a victim of love, and you are the culprit.

You stole my heart yet I struggle to file a complaint.

The power of your love kills my soul, yet I feel alive every time I am with you.

A kiss so powerful, a projection of the love we share.

You and I are inseparable.

This is my dream, a dream I want to make my eternal reality.

An eternal reality I want to spend with you.

If I were a song writer, I would write you an endless symphony

 about how much I love you.

If I were an author, I would make us meet on the first page

the rest of the book would be about the times we spend together.

If I were a magician, I’d give you all the roses in the world

for one rose could never draw a true picture of what you mean to mean.

If I were an artist, I would never paint a picture of you

for no picture can do any justice to your beauty.

My mouth is a messenger of my heart.

I am no song writer, author, magician nor artist.

I am a prisoner of love and it is to you to surrender.

I am a poet of truth, my message is encrypted

 you and you alone can unlock it.