A/N: My beloved is unadorned and so shall the poetry be.
Nobody knows I love you.
Nobody knows,
How you hold my hand,
How you hug me tight.
How you kiss me like it's the end of the world.
Or how your eyes shine bright.
Nobody knows,
How you can secretly sing,
Or the rhythm of your heartbeat,
How unadorned you are,
How you blush while hiding it.
Nobody knows,
How you shed tears when you're hurt,
How innocently you love people,
How vulnerable you can be at night,
Or how you can be a sweet evil.
Nobody knows,
How you can intoxicate me just with your breath,
How you smell like the earth after it rains,
How you bloom at night like a moonflower,
Or how you are like the blood that flows through my veins.
You don't know,
Loving you is like having the right colors to paint a masterpiece,
Loving you is like having the right words to undress this mystery,
And just because I have the privilege to know you like nobody else,
I shall seal you in this poetry.
~a.b.
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Fire and Flood
PoesíaShe hardly met sunshine, Her lover in disguise, But when they met, They drew colourful rainbows on the skies.
