When Did You Make Me Yours?

That one deep breath could harm me today,
after so long, as I felt the breath digging into my skin,
with a touch of joy and a touch of love,
the touch was perhaps too good to believe...
Can I hold back now? Perhaps never,
As I felt the love you made me feel,
with a simple touch and silent faces,
eyes speaking a thousand words.
Mute outside, what doesn't go on inside?
The language perhaps understood only when felt,
It could harm me, my love, that one touch
That one touch made me forever yours...

The way your sparkling eyes evoked
the meaning of love, which perhaps can't be defined,
not known how to express, yet expressive,
with a single breath, and that single touch
felt as if everything was felt.
Where flowers don't exist, nor the bliss of raindrops,
yet imagination runs,
where the heart blooms, and even the sweat seems to cool,
where we dwell into a parallel world of happiness,
comprising of just you and me.

My love, why this gift when I had given up everything?
Why bind me when I had left everything?
When love to me was just a word,
why the meaning did you add
with your eyes which speak, and breath which expresses,
why did you make me yours?
When I desired to live in a world of my own,
why did you tresspass into my lawn?