Ardent

And when the moonlight glided along her delicate skin,

Her blushing face glowing in that radiant light,

He gazed at her, deeply, like a poet gazing at his poetry,

With an impeccable devotion. He felt like a musician

In their world, surrounded by,

Only the finest symphonies, the most melodious notes,

The sound of her breaths. Nothing seemed to exist,

Farther beyond her, hers being in his arms.

She, a captive in the most doting prison,

The prison of his ardent love for her,

Incomparable to any warmth, this world could ever provide her with.

They were complete, the way they were,

In the other's presence. It was as though,

Everything sufficed for them, together and no riches, no beauty

In this world would ever make up for one,

Without the other. They labelled what they shared,

As pure and pious love, but, shall I say,

It was far more deeper than that,

Maybe like, the beat emerging from one heart

Would resonate with the other, would echo in the other heart,

Equally devoted.

Like there was a single soul existing as two separate beings.

Like nothing in this world existed outside of the realm of their coexistence.