lying here in a lovers arms
i cant imagine anything outside of this
there is nothing else
just this tiny cocoon, just us
entangled, entrapped, softly curved limbs
surround each other, become one
sweet whispers, fall from lips like charms
“the language of love” needs no words though
only looks, touches, sighs
words would break this spell
destroy the moment we cling to so desperately
it will end soon but it doesnt matter now
for in our hearts we are bound forever
looking at this memory
as a tiny jewel in a pile of rocks
a moment of bliss in this hell