My Love

We have my favorite conversations

Late at night under constellations

Her face filled with concentration

Her mind set on compensation

Make up for the lack of affection

The nights she only showed rejection

The times she filled me with dejection

But the warmth of her is an infection

But I must be filled with caution

I know I am easily forgotten

My presence fills her with exhaustion

Now she thinks of me every so often

For now I'll lay with optimism

I'm surely trapped by her hypnotism

Not in fear of her criticism

Forgetting my defense mechanism

Under the stars with my love and the universe

She holds me while we peacefully converse

Saying all the things I mentally rehearse

Inside her embrace all my worries disperse

Our consciousness teleported to our own place

Somewhere I can reach out, caress her face

The rest of the world is completely erased

In her arms and heart I'm entirely encased

We talk religion under an open sky

Asking questions, wondering why

So happy here I feel I could fly
In this special moment with you and I