It's you.
Don't you see it,
when I look into your eyes?
the way my eyes can never fail to smile when I look into them.
you're the one I want,
the one I want until my last breath.
the simple actions and phrases,
you do for the love you have,
is everything to me.
each one,
reminds me more and more,
that you love me more than you ever held.
but I still know I win these arguments we have,
over who loves one another more.
I win.
you're the one...
with the way you tell everyone about how much of a hold I have on your heart.
with the way,
you cried of joy over the letters I write you,
the letters I pour my soul into,
that little action,
is rare for men,
crying in any form.
so this little action,
I won't fail to forget.
with the way,
you say I love you.
with the way,
you promise to dance in the rain with me,
kissing as the drops dot our skin,
soaking through our clothing...
the water dashing your cheeks from the water,
that had caught onto my hair.
I want you forever.
I want a future with you.
I do hope I have enough luck to receive it.
while my life,
coming until I met you,
I have never had much luck.
so,
I do hope,
this is where my luck succeeds.
if I lose you,
I lose myself.
my life.
my home.
my reason to live.
YOU ARE READING
my lover poets
Romancethe thoughts about love. Simplicity form yet addictive to consume your mind over. Love isn't always perfect. (I know I'm not a perfect writer in poetry, but I thought it would be fun to write out some thoughts I have, and things I've learned int...
