Take my hand

In the quiet embrace of the night, I offer you a choice that echoes through the chambers of my heart. A choice so profound, it stirs the very essence of our souls. Will you choose to rest your weary head upon the soft curve of my chest, finding solace in the rhythm of my heartbeat? Or will you choose to etch your final breaths onto the delicate parchment of my poetry, forever immortalized in the ink of my love?

In this moment of vulnerability, I lay bare my deepest desires before you, hoping that you will see the depth of my devotion. For in choosing to die on my chest, you will find comfort in the warmth of my embrace, knowing that you are cherished until the end of time. And in choosing to rest on the pages of my poetry, your essence will be woven into the very fabric of my words, a testament to the love that binds us together.

So, take my hand, my love, and let us dance upon the precipice of eternity, where the choice is yours to make. For whether you choose to be cradled in my arms or immortalized in my verse, know that my love for you will endure, transcending the boundaries of time and space. And as the stars above bear witness to our love, let us embrace this moment, knowing that in choosing, we have found each other once again.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer