Rainbows Aren't Dark

Everything is perfect,

my skin pressed against yours.

It is nigh impossible for

this sweet haze to vanish; 

                                                   Nothing

could ruin this, feeling

your lips as they caress

the deepest regions of my soul.

I'm not the best to ask.

                                                   Can

euphoria like this

go away? Can a love of this 

magnitude be calmed, lulled 

into subservience?

                                                   Make

It shrivel and start to

decay, seeing it's much too bright?

I will die before they

can take away what makes

                                                   Me happy

Critique One

Critique Two