This is what happens when you tell me to revise for a Food Tech test. I know it's awful, so feel free to crash your critiquing whip on it.
I want to reach out my hand and touch
your hair; I want to run it between my fingers.
Ribbon through a ballgown.
Ideas through the inventors mind.
I want to look into you eyes and see
all the secrets of your soul; I want to truly know you.
Like no-one else does.
Like no-one else ever will.
I want your mind to be my mind;
our thoughts to be as one, a single entity.
Where people see two of us
they do not see us at all.
I want us to outlive the sun, the moon
the stars; for what we have is so much greater.
What need have I for their light and warmth?
I have you.
Take my hand, and we'll stroll into the vast forever.
I'll hold on tight,
and never let go.
Ever.
