Perfection

Somewhere between times our souls touched.
A painter’s brush caressed us delicately;
Dangerous Angels desirous about our love.
I lost you once; blindly across space
my heart knows no other but yours.

Hands entwined like a sailors knot,
we sailed across the stars, watched its birth,
and anchored our thoughts by the moon.
Our essence exposed, lucid emotions somehow
Twisted in our very cores, I am yours.

This is how it was meant to be,
written in the stars, before the day
our spirits embraced itself into existence.
Doubts and agonies aside, even after separation-
how can I not know my very own soul?

The quintessence of love is in your eyes.
Touching me, kissing me, kindly loving me,
yesterday, today, tomorrow, and forever.
Its has always been there, hidden to others,
But to us, perfection is in the heart.