You don't send butterflies fluttering down my stomach
You don't send sparks flying when you touch
But
Your smile warms me to my core
Making my heart bloom with love
Your touch kindles a flame within me
Setting me to fire, pushing my limits
No,
My love for you isn't spontaneous
It's the deep ocean that you so dearly love
And I'm happily drowning in it's calmness
Every day a little more than yesterday
Will I survive?
~azmina
YOU ARE READING
Of Floating Buoys and Broken Bells
Poetry"Poetry flowed like little rivulets From the ocean that was her soul." ~azmina Our souls dance to the rhythm of poetry. A small collection of my poems that will, hopefully, provide the beats to your dance.
