Tendrils grow out from you,
entwining me like your prisoner;
you are the one crime I ever committed.
Tentacles grope out of you,
guiding me as I sail through dim lanes;
you are the illumination I ever desired.
Tapestry hung out of your wall,
decorating my thoughts as I envision;
you are the image I ever sought.
Tenderness wafts out of your soul,
enabling elasticities as I walk;
you are the song I ever wished to sing.
This is a beautiful declaration of love. The first stanza is my favorite, but I also love the imagery of a sailor calmly and tenderly being grasped by a sea monster.
This is beautiful Ofuma! By God “You are the one crime i ever committed” Then the tenderness truths ensue… Amazing ✨️
Wow, this lady( if it is a lady) is lucky to be so desired. This is a beautiful expression of adoration. Great work.
Ofuma, I would never have put you down for such a romantic, and yet I got misty eyed by the time I reached
‘you are the song I ever wished to sing.’
Such a beautiful read this was. Thank you
Perfect description of the glorious madness that is true love …” you are all the illumination I ever desired”, you are the song I ever wished to sing.” Gorgeous lines. Love the tentacles …we are indeed helpless in its grip, no? Beautiful.