Emma’s eyes cradle the worst parts of me,
fixing a fear I fight night after night.
In all my darkness, some good she can see –
Enough to make me believe she is right.
She whisper’s to me, verging on slumber,
“Don’t put too much of your faith into this.
I’m not going to be your next blunder.
All I want to be is your one true bliss.”
Passion becomes us, we ignore our thoughts
and savor each other in mere moments.
At the height, our heaviness fades. We do
everything we can to decompress.
Emma’s eyes are all I can imagine
When I need to make my feelings happen.