Your gentle breeze lays a kiss upon my cheek.
It's sweet dexterity embeds a trail in its wake.
You tease my mind through your serenity and pervades through the crevice of my fate.
Each little torture you kindly bless on me evokes a constraint,
a vice on tides of emotions, a hold that chokes my ambitions into a dream of you.
Your look of graceful charity haunts me when my eyes decide to close the shades that hide the distorted sunlight.
The same image plagues the inner gardens of my distant
dreams that form the webs spun through our
romance.
A dream that comes true ceases from being a dream.
You have become the nature that connotes beauty on
earth that can't exist without you.
You are the nature that brings life into my earth, revitalizing it from a deserted wasteland into lush, vast foliage.
You are my forest. I am your leaves.
You are the stem that binds us together as a beautiful flower that lives abroad the garden through true bliss.
The days grow shorter and I realize what I must do.
Seizing the day is what I will make true.
I will return the same gentle breeze upon your lips
that entrance me and keep me hypnotized.
This is my carpe diem.