it describes you perfectly,
The lipstick that slathers
The gates to your mouth,
I don't deserve you
Of course you do,
You are a princess
In a garden
Of my love.
I don't know how I got so lucky
Neither do I
But complaining will only
Make things more confusing
So relish in my embrace
And melt at my fingertips
I will.
YOU ARE READING
A Whole Melancholy of Lovers
Poetrya book of poetry written for the boy i love the most, and maybe a few others
