MELT ME IN YOUR LOVE

MELT ME IN YOUR LOVE
Hardships, shadows, the swirling gloom outside,
Melt into the haven of this quiet room.
The false persona's doom is the advent of us.
While the harsh light of the world sleeps in clandestinely,
We cross the threshold of our eternity.
The clamoring crowd denies our existence,
But locked within your steady, vital grip,
I am dead set on claiming this subsistence:
The sweet, rough breath upon your lip.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI