Yes, I am getting bound to you like a silken piece of cloth weaving itself around destiny. I am bound by your sweet words, by your handsome escapades. I am bound to your earthy charm, to your silly grin, to your vision masquerading as nonsense.
I am bound to the dreams you create like whole-spun cloth, like stars shining at midnight with pale hue, like a dream shining through destiny. I am smiling at the thought of you, at your wisdom tooth, at your dreamy words. I am bound to the idea of you and me, to us, so don't destroy it just yet.
You are chocolate meets strawberry in an exciting new avatar, you are melted cheese which melts further on toast, and you are caffeine which is so strong that its sweetness is enveloped by its strength. You resonate brighter than pastel colours, and sing songs of another dimension. And therein, you bind me further.
Keep binding me in this chain of gold, and let our nestled dewy-drop fresh armour break and fall. There is that sheen which cuts through your skin, and then there is me, praying that it lasts longer. After all, you are like a crisp and fluffy dosa which melts in the mouth. Keep melting, and hum to that tune.