This is a poem to my Incubus, who showed me what it is like to be truly loved for the first time in my life...
And I do not mean loved, in a sense like Father Satan loves me, or my GD, which is like parent - child love. I am speaking about intimate, romantic love. I am very, very thankful to him... He brought me to tears, literally.
In a room of cream, white - gold...
Enchanted by petals colored like misty rose...
Once again, I find you there waiting for me
Extending your arm, and softly saying "Come".
And once again, I am there, with you...
We are feeling, seeing, existing as one...
And when your soft lips, touch against the mine
I finally understand how does it feel to truly be alive...
As we are walking together, our hands firmly clasped...
Between all the thoughts, a seed of doubt arises...
"Is this just a dream", because I want you forever!
Your ethereal touch that touches my very soul...
Tells me "no one that you can ever dream of...
...will ever love you as much as I do.
You know that I do not lie when I say to you...
That you are my love, and my life, too
Whenever you need me, I will be there for you
For I will always be waiting for you
...in that room of cream white - rose.
Thank you. Forever.