it's magic, you and me.
The way you read my mind,
Keeps me spellbound.
The way I know your likes,
Startles you every time.
The way you look at my eyes,
Comforts my soul.
The way I know your curves,
Your imperfections are so beautiful.
The way we found each other,
It was worth the wait.
It's perfect, you and me.
~UnfortunatePoet
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Poetry By UnfortunatePoet
Poetry#7 in Poetry (17/09/2016) Poetry is the painting that I make on the eyes of the beholder, to reach their soul. I try hard imagining things, getting into character, to pen down these poems. But it's strangely true, every piece of my work has a bit...
