Second Love

Love was like being a tree struck by lightning. Blinding me in a flash with passion that coursed throughout my veins leaving me up in flames with fire that seemed to dance with my mind, it's red hot embers played little drummer boy with my broken heart wrapping it in bows burning hotter than 10,000 suns leaving me with sad eyes and burnt bark, I was a shell of my former self. This weeping willow of a man prayed to never be struck again, lightning never strikes twice so it must be a miracle I found you. Baby I want to lay naked with you while we talk for hours and watch the sun rise on my roof, and lay my head on your chest and feel it rise and deflate with every

breath you take at synchronization with mine, matching perfectly like clockwork as your big arms are wrapped around me, enveloping me in your being as we become one entity united like covalent bonds in atomic nirvana. I want you to hold me as we listen to the wind whisper tales of infallible love in our ears and fills our stomachs with a million monarch butterflies fluttering over the Atlantic Ocean, rising us to somewhere further than any physical place ever touched by man but to a level of spiritual connection to the point your touch burns hotter than violet fire. You are worth more than every gemstone encrusted into the rings of the wealthiest people on the

planet, more than every ounce of precious oil buried in arctic tundras, more than every gold mine hidden deep In planet earth herself, in my eyes you are the embodiment of perfection itself, and I will treat you as such, I will never leave you.