it's chaste.
the way you held onto me and whispered to your heart's content-
without any regrets you threw yourself
and i beamed-
because i knew you were sincere.

life has it's story and so do you.

from the moment you glided into this tiny world of mine
i knew you were true.
it was the truth which i seek-
and "pleasure to meet you".

the blooming affection;
it doesn't lie,
it doesn't shy,
it doesn't fly-
it's forever by one's heart
and i could testify.

your world is mine as i share this romance.

the heartbreaking parts
and this mesmerizing art.
your soul preaches it's dedication to mine
and i know there's nothing else which could withstand-

even if heaven and hell combined,
i know that your hand would still grasp mine.

your truth,
my hope,
our love;

it's chaste.

- poem by beautifulove 2014