Proprioception - Mayed Al Qasimi

From the soft skin on the nape of your neck
Through your arms and to your fingers so light
With the warm air mixing breath upon breath
To your heartbeat I shall cherish this night

If I could bottle this, the way I feel
I'd keep it for you, for when I'm no more
So that you may know then that you are loved
And that you are the one whom I adore

Our love has been a magical journey
Thaumaturgy of a hidden age lost
Do not weep now for I am still with you
This elegy is naught but dew as frost