His wings obtained from a heart filled with love,
They become titanium and shield me form harm,
Finger trails from forehead, to my nose, I thank god above,
A knight dressed in white, smile such a charm.

Time, an opportunity, no an obstacle, but it passes,
love a song so sweet, time the opposite of molasses.

Poetry but a symbol, of the words playing the strings of my heart,
a melody soft and peaceful, ties us together so we can't fall apart.

Flawless trail of his fingers, they brush my flawed skin,
lips brush my heart, I finally let him in.
He's mine, I'm his, hearts become one,
He's mine, I'm his this love spell never undone.