Expectations, what are they but dreams of never-ending paths.

We walk our lives enlightened in a road looking on the other side of the grass.

Green as it maybe we struggle to find the concrete as stable as we need the ground to be, your love is my ground, and you are my path.

I love you and will walk towards your passion as you expect of me.

Passionate is the kiss of your lips. Red is the colour of your heart.

Fortunately for me, red is your favourite colour and turning your lips blue as I bite them is mine.

I wonder how life would be when I kiss you again to show you how much I never want to miss you too.

Funny, like how it takes away the things you love for you to miss, but just with a kiss, you never feel alone again.

In a world that separates yet love never disintegrates, I love you the most with every cell in my body and atom of desire.