Where I place my passion,
is in the art of loving you,
to create a chain reaction,
when we begin anew.
If you multiplied a fraction
by a trillion brilliant stars,
that wouldn’t represent,
how far away we are.
How far away from sorrow,
from emptiness and pain,
we’ll truly be tomorrow,
when you let me in again.
Every breath and heartbeat,
every happy tear and sigh,
is what our love aspires to,
when we perspire to satisfy.
It’s where I place my passion,
in the art of loving you.
You’re my Mona Lisa,
and my Picasso, too.
You say I am your Rembrandt,
and your Michelangelo,
while you play me like Beethoven,
not too loud or fast or slow.
Romeo and Juliet?
Not as hot as you and I!
We were made to lie together,
like the shore, the sea, the sky.
