Instead of your eyes, I see only warmth,

I feel only heat from the heart that you hold.

Inside those great pools of a deep, liquid hearth,

My own eyes seek shelter from the cruel in the world.

Instead of your lips, I see only my future,

All the stories ready to spill from your mouth, they unravel.

There it holds the embers of a pink, raging fire,

There it holds me, hypnotic and fragile.