False hopes

The sensation of touch when hands were held
Filled my heart with assurances
No dark can come near as I am in your arms
Noone will inspect me top to bottom if I am fit for them
You will be first and last face in the morning in front of eyes
We will have fights over towel and leftovers
I will be queen of your heart
And that heart going to be my forever address
Wasn't aware it was a miraz
It broke leaving nothing behind
Like some tyfoon paased ashore