You are lovely.
I think you are lovely.
Your hair is lovely.
Your skin is lovely.You are wonderful.
I think you are wonderful.
Your drawings are wonderful.
Your hands are wonderful.I love you.
I think I love you.
I love every bit of you.
At least I hope I do.
YOU ARE READING
the city
Poetryand no matter how much you water scorched grass and withering weeds, you will never make a garden re-grow -M.R c.2016