Let me chase you down, because of your aesthetic beauty.
Into the Okavango wetlands, to the scorching sands of Sahara deserts.
Let me trace the inches of your soft, intriguing mind.
To be trapped, in between your thought and motions, your feelings and emotions.
Let me look, deep enough to the furthest stare in your galaxy eyes.
To be lost, then I would find that I’ve been searching for.
Let me see the angle, to which the universe comes at you,
Into our conscious talks, until I can’t talk no longer.
Let me be driven hours on end, constantly ready.
To be awake in your seeming less mind, traversing around adversities,
Let me see a flicker of hope, seeing it lighting up.
To be courageous enough, making conceptual leaps to discover new vastness,
Let me ride, just hard enough for you to cultivate me into your circle.
Into the long waits, of calming fires I knew nothing about.
Let me fill up an overflowing cup, showing how broken it is on its edges.
Yet none is lost, it’s serenity to be lost.
Let me feed, into your soul.
To be nourished, I just can’t admit that yet.
Let me chose when not to end our story, for you and them.
Into a continuity of a lifeless coexistence, when you lay awake like me!
Let me stay, me and you.
To save a story well written on your lips.
Let me, just, play the music a bit louder now that I can hear.
To remember about every time I’m in love with you.
Let me hold you tight, into the cold night.
To cheer on another night of letting it stay alive.
Not because we kill it each day, because it lives on for a better day.
Let me be here, with you, chasing it down.
Let me be here, till we make it thus far, till the ends of the earth,
If we ever find it!