His Alchemist

She slithers gingerly out of his holdhe'd come to life at the slightest touchright now she needs the evening coldsometimes his love can be too muchbut she can not leaveeven when it gets hard to breatheshe'll stayin love, you adapt or you fade awayand this man cant be left alonehe might look strong but her heart's his homeand he's where she belongsis it so wrong to need one's space?she shuts her eyes to picture his facehow she loves this man!every strand of hair, every touch of his handbut is it so cruel to want some air?he loves her even when she's barely thereand she loves him too, oh she loves him trueloves him like the sun shines brightshe just treasures these late strolls in the nightthen its back to him, back into his arms"I wont break you... i'll do you no harm..."