I think I could drink in
The sight of you for always,
Your soft gaze alight
And the curve of your lips
Inviting me to taste.
Make a pact with me,
Soul on soul
And dip your hands
Beneath my skin,
Through my ribcage
To touch my weary heart
And hold It,
Like you\'ve held nothing before,
And keep It,
For it might be yours.