Lying under the blades
I envision the danger of your kiss
The power of which is greater than 1,000 armies
In your absence, the invasion begins
Brought on by a storm
As if this is not an acceptable state of being

My weighted limbs fall victim to your charm
The delicate structure of your vehicle
And the lines in your eyes
There exists much apprehension in that no cure will ever be found
My air fans your flames and we ignite
Could they be extinguished upon the realization of this fantasy?