The Paramours of a Prism

As I stood at the edge of an unfaltering altar with fade jeans
You stared into my dark brown eyes with a swallowed smile

Covered in the pale-white gown of enchanting effervescence
I wanted to sink in the mellows of your palms and smell your fingers

Those last ever-lasting kisses on your forehead, your teary eyes
Your cheeks, your petite nose and finally those lips called for me

I prayed that time would stop and I could finally speak to you
Stowaway with you into the legions of a light forbidden darkness

Confess my adulteration as love, kissing you with passion and lust
Leaving behind the terms carved by a paranoia of hypocritical lies

I shall elope on a kite of my tangling tunes away into the tilted tides.
A life without love is just a broken bead held by a braided string.

And no one shall trespass into own confined domes as we mate
With a brush made of char-coaled fingers I shall quietly sketch you

The fetish stars shall cherish our love with unfathomable storms
Monsoon shall break free into the arms of a defying Sky

Galloping with the speed of a maddened stead all through lands
You shall break free within my bounds, promising never to leave

But my wishes die as you exchange rings with an unbreakable vow
I shall perish tonight as you twirl with another soul for eternity

Stealing a final glance into those blue-stained eyes for a final time
I stare back at the pledges of past announcing my love as treason

With open arms I embrace my graceful good byes from you.
Cherishing our good moments and not the paramours of a prism.