my love, how do i tell you
your eyes
are like the oceans i've always wanted to visit
the way you smile
brighter than a winter morning sun
fills my heart with the joy
i've read in books about
warms me up
as if i'm wrapped in a blanket
on a dark snowy night
feels as pleasant
as the morning mist on my nose
you look so normal
and yet so mesmerizing
if it was my last day on earth
trust me, my love
i'd spend my every second of mine
admiring that beauty of yours
i know
you don't belong to me anymore
but maybe
maybe one day i'll be your reason
and though it feels like i've been stabbed
at least a hundred times
my darling,
i'd deliberately bump into you
every single time.
YOU ARE READING
Wounds of Love I cherish.
PoetryHave you ever fallen into a love so deep that you'd readily hurt yourself anytime, just to get a glimpse of them?
