Adamant

What do you fear the most?

You're that incomparable art,

Which can never be shown

Or read out loud,

I fear, if I don't hide you under my pages,

Beyond my imagination,

They'll have your thoughts,

Writing you down more creatively,

Making you delightful.

You fear of my existence in others tale,

Whereas I fear of my existence,

I want to be only one in your narratives,

Laying on your pages, Kissed by your words,

Under the touch of your emotions,

I want only me in that imaginative house of yours,

Where you'll dress me in different attires,

Loving me passionately tranquil way.

Oh love Let your fear vanish,

 As I'm adamant for you,

Only you.