Configurations weren't made properly,
A map unfinished, a portrait veiled
And I wait...for the uncovering
Of a soul taken by wake.
At the corner of your home
I fabricate the laws
Sworn to and clearly imminent.
For without walking onto the boundaries
I would have never been awaited.
For without meliorating the sky
I would have been too fervid for your touch.
How I discern this passion
Depends on the mask of your spirit,
What is impeccable,
My longing for who you are,
Or your innate nature of an angel?
Here I ascertain the graveness of life...
With what audacity must I approach you?
Your domicile among the stars
Brings me to always linger on your eyes,
Hidden tracings I ache to kiss.
