You are Mine

Mandolin sounds of heart strings.
The loss of the winter held within;
Arrival of the undying spring.
When you opened my eyes,
You are the one; there're gazing at.
Stealing glances at you among the stellar.
In stillness of the universe.
Abendrot-hued lips whirring your name,
Waiting for the adrift of yours.
Beyond the kuiper,
Transcending the eris
Your arms entwined with mine.
Stumbling over the crossroads,
Under the meteor shower
We vamoose above the velvet land
To escape the world.
A crescendo of stars stiched;
To every inch of nerves and sinews
Of yours.
Mine; subdued with some constellations,
Coruscating your fervent stardust.
And who looks over the galaxies
when the singularity is own?
Whether abyss or the apex,
My querencia lies in you.
As I vouch "where my breaths reside?"
And the tingling sensation of your souffles,
Fondling my nape.
Felt like my own.
I rest my head on your shoulder
With a cafuné adoring you
As every equinox passes;
A lot more than before.
I am with you afaring eclipses of the time.
To love you like the fading albedo
As now you are mine.