Back in a day, you told me to paint a portrait of you.
Took me days to make it just like you,
"I want it beside me," she said and kiss my neck.
In the morning, she likes to walk on the sand barefoot. Her mermaid hair was vibrant in color because of the golden glow.
"Morning, love." She hugged me from the back.
Night. Hands on her waist, my face on her neck. Her perfume I can still smell it in the air.
"I want a match box plain like night."
I laughed at her. "You don't breathe fog, love."
Anne,
You're precious to me. I am fond of you of each day,
I see them in you. They keep you alive and I am in love with you.
Neptune, how could you not?
You've watched the rising clouds, and I to you.
I broke in the glass.
The reflecting wall was now covered of cloth.
In the evergreen I followed you.
Today, I bought the match box you told me to.
A plain and black wood. Your portrait is beside you.
Beautiful and loved, that's you.
