You enter the room
Firm and withstanding
An all holding pillar
A path to perfection
You do not slope

You say the right words
Claiming heart and soul
I am yours, you say
Your voice rises,
It stings my ears

Momentary doubts and fears
Race through my unbound mind
It is a whisper of something
Perhaps we will never voice it
We do not need to

Your smile is perfect
White teeth and rounded lips
I am lost, I think
This world is mine, yet not mine
I want for nothing.