let our love be like the greats,

echoing passages of pages past,

worshipping history with every kiss

and praising the masterpieces with every touch.

let the gaze between you and i

electrify the world like grand architects did

and build a majestic monument to them,

your hand guiding mine, and i yours.

let each breath exchanged hold the grace

of each arching note played in ancient halls,

tempted out by brilliant fingers,

resounding in awestruck hearts.

let the space between us vanish;

create an indecipherable line,

curving and slanting as smooth as ink,

writing a romance with no words.

let each kiss leave blushes of pink,

like roses splashed across a canvas,

blooming eternally in velvet perfection

with intoxicating vitality and warmth.

let our love never die,

as the works of geniuses survive.

let it be a testament to what man can do

with just his head, hands, and his heart.