I am scarred with imperfections.

You are as flawless as Heaven.

Our skins touch in such sinful ways that I fear we may be damned for our love.

Touch me, is what I want to say.

Fill me with your marvelous love and desires.

Allow me to bloom, to flourish beside you.

Our differences make us unique, and our secrets only add to our mysterious romance.

Let heaven forsake us, and let the Prince of hell to await us in the afterlife, because I'm not giving us.

Our symmetrical shapes and angelic features mean nothing to the world.

Their inferior nature mocks at the life growing within our embrace.

Their ignorance keeps them safe.

But always without change I will love you fully. I will kiss those lips with such devotion.

Allow my hands, my lips, my soul to taste the landscape of your body.

For if we stay side by side each other without fail, we will blossom and become more than this life can offer.

We will become Hope.