chris frank

The last love

I don\'t want to share her, 

To share her beauty, her grace, her heart

I only want my hands in hers, 

To hold her face, and kiss her lips

To be the place her heart is safe 

 

The last thing I think of, 

My dreams, my sleep she fills them both 

I wish to hear she feels like me 

A couple separated, but together still 

A future life, two captive souls 

 

I cannot lie, I want her now

Out lives to be, a perfect world awaiting 

I wish to hear this princess call me 

To make our love the last we feel 

Our last dream, made real