Glistening inside her eyes
are the millions of hopes and dreams
that I too share in my solidarity.
Too often these dreams do divide
the link between wandering souls.
And so it seems upon the clouds of our minds
the thing we solely seek to find
the bonds we share, the fruit we bear,
products of a freezing time
as my gaze locks upon hers
and my veins fill my brain with
something I've never felt before.
A pounding chest, you know the rest,
the immersion to a world
where you have another half,
and you'd do anything to stay there.
But not all doors are locked,
even those to the most unbridled affection.
So just remember to make sure
that your couch is soft and your rooms are warm
so the inside of your chest isn't torn.