A saw, a shotgun and a stolen box of tampons

[skin_like_glass]

its not finished yet, but its the basic idea so far...

I love the way you touch my skin
Your beautiful hand in mine
When I descend you pick me up
You always make things shine

Falling through my dark abyss
And drifting to my sleep
I think of you my life, my all
Your love that makes me weak

You forever leave me speechless
And take my breath away
When it comes to knowing what I need
You never lead astray

I cherish each moment you hold me
While we’re wrapped in our love so tight
I ache to be parted not from you
Not wishing to respite

I love to watch you fall asleep
Your face in peaceful slumber
Memorizing your body, so splendid
I await my perfect number

That number is the date I hold
Close inside my heart
Eagerly I remain with poise
Not angst that we should part

The twenty-sixth day of the seventh month
The year two thousand eight
A day two loves will become one life
This surely isn’t fate

ANM