He

Asking myself,is he real? Or is he a another figment of my mind? The purest heart in such darkness He doesn't belong this world I'll put my hand into a fire that our lips have been connected before His palms are touching my skin, never have survived a better feel In his head is laid my kingdom, no one owns a key, knows the creatures in his darkest pray And better is smell of life If you can live life with feeling his heart inside