Only For Us Two (Part 2)

When you are not present I am A fragile glass rose, Deformed by cracks From the wind’s careless handling, Precarious And about to fall. Suddenly you appear out of nowhere, An innocent child saving his dear mother’s Cheap chinaware. And with your hands- That inexpensive object Is now worth more than money can afford. A slight Midas’ touch. That rose, Once cold and lifeless, Dull and quiet, Is now resurrected, More lively than Lazarus had ever been. With roots that attach, Thorns that bleed, And petals that flourish Into something harmonious. When I am by your side, (A heavenly bliss, I swear to you,) The faces surrounding us fade away. Their inaudible words are blurred Into records of violins that play, As soundtracks for this story Of me and you- Forever was a place God made only for us two. Helios, Selene, and Eos, Are probably laughing at my failed attempts Of this love poem. When I tell you that The sun shines, sets, and rises for you, The moon guides for you, And the dawn would ebb without you there. Let them laugh! All the peevish fools do, When they do not know that This universe was made only for us two. Sleep, once a kindly rest, Is now something I detest. Why would I want to elude a world Where awakes a being that breathes like you? Talks like you, Heals like you. Even in the chambers of Death, We shall trek hand in hand, Smiling at one another. Eternity was made only for us two. Only for us two.