For a start…
Can I be engraved in the golden tomb of your heart.
Let both seize time.
Make it ours and pretend as it was already written
Before we even met and,

When we did, sparks flew at first sight,
And the day it happens again seas will part,
Rocky terrains, moved,
And we’ll see heaven’s heights.

Can I be engraved in the golden tomb of your heart.
Undress our hulled selves and take full flight,
Feathered into the day’s blue sky…like butterflies,
Or like moths out freshly wounded cocoons into the moonlight