“You are my sugar head”, she said
“You are my cheek bones”, I said
We are like bone and flesh
And our love is like blood, recycled and refresh
She is my clavicle
Unique with beauty; she is my divine oracle
Sometimes she acts as a cute but needily fragile like stapes
Should handle with care cause it can break
She is my long bones and I am cartilage on the top
Our love is divine as a honey drop
She is my 206 that shape my body
I am her shade, protecting from everybody
She is my bone and I am her flesh
Bonding deep with interlocking mesh
She is my cheek bones and I am hers’ sugar head
Flesh can be rotten but bone will remain the same, even after we are dead!
