Like the first 

Raindrop

Of a shower

On a scorching day;

His temperature

Cooled my brow.

He 

Soothes me

With

Words of 

Nourishment. 

My thirst is

Becoming

Quenched.

My

Anhydrous soul

Is

Drenched

In his

Honeydew

of 

Possibilities.

I drink

Small sips

Of his

Hope.

I 

Pray

That our

Potential

Will bloom;

Creating the

Eventual room

In my heart

To resume

its beating...

That the 

Woes

Of my 

Failed attempts

Are curtailed 

By events

That begin to

Convince

Me that

This cycle

Of hurt

has no chance 

at

Repeating;

And our

Introduction

Into

This

Empyrean era

Is an​

Induction into

A 

Thriving oasis..

Rather than

My

Prolonged overstay

In the Sahara.

May this 

Utopian feeling

Prevail..

I 

Pray

His key

Can unlock

My 

Miserable jail

Of​

Failed attempts

And

Derailed events.

His intrigue

Enchants me.

Like an 

Exhausted rose;

Wilted around it edges,

In need of replanting;

I

am

Enamored

By his 

Song of

Sustenance,

His nutrition;

Savory.

His intrigue

Revives

My heartbeat

Like 

CPR

He breathes life into me..

My only question

Is whether

My renewed existence

In this mesmeric realm

Of his 

Amour

Will be my

Ultimate

Cure.

And

Though his kiss

Is but a dream

In a land far away...

His touch

Has reached me

this day.