Way before existence existed,
Your being have I conceived,
In my thoughts
As anxiety Impels my feelings in exploring her fantasy world.
She yells stop,
Don't crush my box.
I whisper I'm not crushing,
I just wanna feel how deep it runs,
Your box I mean.
She says her box is the secrecy of an oath,
And only the right person deemed perfect would be able to feel her soul,
Once its opened.
I then replied with a deep sigh and a heartache, what can I do to prove you right,
I could swear with my life.
She replied swear by none,
Because your life is what I want till eternity.
An awkward silence roamed through the room as I tried stomaching what's been said.
Then I grabbed her more swiftly,
Kissed her passionately and said,
Let me be the reason you'd have no reason to break the secrecy of,