A poem
When the sky falls down
And everything seems hopeless
I know you'll pick up your crown
And take on the distress
Head on you go
Through the winds and the storms
No match, no show
Just you, bearing arms
That's my princess, my girl
The one that I'm proud of
The one that I love, and
The one that I can shout
That's the love of my life
The girl that stole my heart
A bandit if you will
But one that makes life less hard
She carries love with her arms
And carries it like it's nothing
She lives to love and loves it
And I can't help but keep on watching
She's laid back and calm
But also not afraid
To put me right back down
In my own safe little space
Because she holds me, folds me
She outright told me that I'm hers and no one else's
Because who else would I want to be with, or sit
Infront of a makeshift fireplace with a freshly decorated Christmas tree
Or on a beach when she caresses me.
I'm yours.
You're mine.
And it's about time you realize that time for us is not of the essence.
We got our lives filled with our presence.
Together forever.
Bound by love.
A promise, a vow, and very rough...
I love you, I love you
I adore you, and I love you
But no matter how many times
It will never come through as much as I really want you
Du er sterk og bevisst
Og din kjærlighet er fantastisk
Endeløs forelsket
Du og jeg til evighet
Dine armer er min hjemme
Og min hjemme er min fremtid
Min jenta, min kone
Og min engel i forkledning
I love you, is what I'm trying to say
And I hope I came close
Jeg vil ha du for all tid
Because I want you the most
YOU ARE READING
Her
PoetryIt's her. It can only be her. My desperation has struck new limits for this girl. There are a lot of odds against us. The undeniable attraction. The pain of not being able to touch one another. The scare of our future. And the uncertainty of whether...
