Guardian - Byron

This literary romance has driven me a sinner. I feel the words fester through my veins like corrupted chemicals within dirty lungs of every addicted soul to nicotine. I feel your words exorcising the demons that lurk within every inch of my holy trinity as I witness the hues of your beauty. As your beautiful seam of poetic melodies animate life into my darkened purgatory, I feel my ambitions fall into desire. I want to be a thief. I want to steal your heart and breath away, yet I wouldn't mind being caught. I wouldn't mind decomposing in the cells of your prison in order to flow with the grace that creates you. I wouldn't mind drifting on miles of radiant splendor in order to caress your heat as your words have done to mine. I want to guard and be locked within the crystal walls of your trinity in order to be the reason that palpates life into you. I pray this harmony of literary romance keeps me a sinner that stays infatuated with the elegance of an angel, with the notion of holding grace by my hands and caressing serenity to feel sweet euphony resound from my heart throughout my body.