You And I

I live with you and die with you
My thoughts stick perennially to you.

I savor your magnetic caresses and
Enjoy it with each breath of my life.

I am obsessed by your continual dreams
Your presence fills me with joy, mirth.

Of your love I am a prisoner
My caged emotions, you only unbuckle

Like a belladonna , your love has swathed me.
It flows and veers itself in every atom of my blood.

You are the butterfly and I, the flower
Our sacrilegious bedroom is like a honeycomb.

When you cling to my body I suck your nectar.
I cherish our moments of togetherness as the hours pass by.

Life is but full of mysteries, an unknown ecstasy
Grapples me with , when you touch and cavort me.

You and I, form a thin strip of nearness
When we snuggle and huddle close up to each other.

You and I, are like two separate musical notes
Flying in the air, landing in each other smoothly.

We create a uniform stream of mellifluous chords
That strike against each other, to collect dulcet resonance.

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The beauty and harmony of beautifully penned down in this poem!


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