Immortalised in my heartbeat

I was never a good writer,
Probably will never be..
Spoken, words die, though
And I want them as immortal as her beauty.
There was no awkwardness of the first time,
No nervousness betrayed.
Our bond had grown,
In a week that felt like a decade.
Even as we made love, I prayed
Would rather cut my heart out than separate.
Smoky as her kajal was our future, too.
All thinking I drove out of mind, though
Moments in her arms too precious to lose.
Laughed, kissed n cried,
Living desperately the emotions of a lifetime.
Father Time was unrelenting, mother waited angrily at home,
Desperately clung on to the hours, minutes and seconds,
Never wanting to let go.

Even written words disappear.
Paper turns to ashes.
Where the wind takes it, there our love, too, goes...
I trust not the writer, though,
words be only as good as its creator.
And so Immortalised it instead,
In my every heartbeat.