When I'm With You

New Stuff. :)Newest post since October, and I'll try to update this more often.

It begins in the heart,
where it all ignites
and spreads like wildfire.
What drives me?
Like a painter who paints pictures in my mind,
on the canvas of imagination,
that we call masterpieces of hopes and dreams,
when the words of letters of a writer,
breathe like they're alive,
roaming free from their wildest metaphors
made by what we call man,
and shown by him the truth kept inside
Like flowers that thirst and bloom,
for they point towards sunshine,
and wait for the sunrise once it sets.

I cannot control the relentless fire in me,
while you sleep peacefully like an angel,
and while this world of secret affections and entity
is quiet in it itself

What drives me?
Because I am only this way,
when I am with you.