How Could I Not Love?
How could I not love the rain
when every drop sounds like
every syllable of your name
that plays better than sunlight?
How could I not love the dawn
when it was like a short grasp
of that love we used to know
and so much better than dusk?
How could I not love darkness
when it was where I met you
and where my dreams started—
way better than the light I once knew
So how could I not love even if I don't want to
when the more I pull away, the more that I want you
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Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
