Your Heat

The glorious sun is nothing,
compared to your sparkling eyes.
Just one single gaze is burning,
melting my very soul like ice.

What things I would willingly do,
to just once taste your sweet, sweet lips.
Oh, I swear you don’t have a clue.

Now hold you is what I yearn to,
to caress and worship what is you.

And call you mine till the end of time.