If tiny hearts appeared on your hand 

every time I thought of your smile,

Would you run to wash them off 

or get them tattooed? 

If I passed you in the street,

Would I see my love reflected back at me?

You sit, bathed in the golden light of a tired star. 

Your face blurred and smudged.

I lay down next to you regardless

and rest my head on your shoulder. 

I feel the electricity of your gaze

like a warm blanket on my skin.

With a book placed on your lap

safe in hands that were forged to hold mine,

The madness of my mind is finally serene.

Our hands, together, 

Riddled with tiny tattooed hearts.

As we slowly drift to sleep,

your hair is prettier than the twinkling of the night sky. 

I dream of dancing with you, 

drifting through the soft memories of our past.

I smile into our everlasting kiss. 

<3