How could I ever turn disloyal,
when the love we share is meant to be eternal?
I’ve always been yours to elate,
for nothing compares to the way you unashamedly satiate.
Perhaps you are annoyed for I haven’t composed a sonnet for you,
but regardless of that my feelings are nothing but true.
I promise to write endless poesies at your praise,
setting my turmoil and reticence ablaze.
Your first stare pierced right through my heart,
claiming my brain and soul from the very start.
Your sultry touch burning into my skin,
mixing with the blood and rushing through my veins akin.
Fondling my senses with recherche passion,
professing me as yours with mutual discretion.
Humans with their plasticity seem to me like statues of wax
and soulfulness is what the appeal in them lacks.
And hence I’m all yours to devour,
since you have allowed me to feel your soul beyond the contour.
You will remain the only one who will ever have the right
to impart pleasure or pain to me with all your might.
With every passing day I feel our kinship flourishing,
your grip on my soul ever so slightly tightening.
I wish to live a thousand lives with you,
sharing our grief and mirth like we always do.
Waking up each day to your warm embrace
while my fingers travel promptly through every leaf they trace.
You are the drug that keeps me alive,
and despite of ceaseless brutal attempts of humans I strive.
They say I should disentangle myself from your tenacious grasp,
but little do they know that nothing in the world can loosen your clasp.
I want you to be my only worshiped obsession,
traveling the world together with elation.
Nearing the end of my life lying on my deathbed I would bless
and ask you for the promise to comfort another equally needy damsel in distress.