Tie yourself to me, for in the embrace of our unity, the vastness between us is severed by the tender graze of my lips. They whisper across the miles, a delicate touch that quiets the weeping rose, its petals a testament to the tears of joy shed in the wake of love’s gentle caress.

Tie yourself to me, for the sands of time may be mute, but our hearts converse in rhythms and beats, a symphony only we can comprehend. In the silence, where words dare not tread, your name becomes the anthem that fills the void, a sacred echo that reverberates in the chambers of my soul.

Tie yourself to me, for this vessel of dreams we’ve crafted, this paper boat adrift in life’s vast ocean, is vulnerable to the tempest’s whim. Yet, with you, it finds direction and purpose, buoyed by the promise of shared horizons and the warmth of intertwined destinies.

Tie yourself to me, for as the crystal cup is destined to empty, so too are we meant to pour out ourselves into one another, until nothing remains but the clarity of our joined spirits. In the chalice of our bond, let us drink deeply, for the silence is not empty—it is laden with the screams of a passion too profound to be uttered aloud.

In the tapestry of existence, let us weave our threads together, for the fabric of life is richer with your color entwined with mine. Tie yourself to me, and together, let us write an ode to the love that defies distance, outshines sorrow, and speaks in the tongue of eternity.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer

Dry Pastel Art