I Am a Hopeless Romantic

I am afraid
(if it's not already too late!),
of becoming the prisoner of

the burning desire in your eyes, the way you look at me, the way you move...
your smile... your tongue... your everything...
our shared instants, our connected minds, our unfadable memories...
our interlaced fingers, our entwined bodies, our symmetric energies...


I am afraid
that this part of me that I just found
would forever stay lost with you,
when you'll be gone,
when all this will be over.

I wonder
if we would ever recover
being parted from each other,
because we breath and live for
our moments spent together!