To think of existence is useless,
    as I must confess,
    you are the sole object
    of which I am obsessed
Patchless attachment...
     my lovely tenderness,
Arresting my thoughts
      with your slightest breath

Your romantic kisses
     implant within me, bliss...
     constricting me to silence
Why is this 
      holding with such dominance...
       as if the moon
          consumed within the darkness...
             overshadowed not by the stars,
                but your eyes...
                   as they harness the deepness 
                      of the sky