that spark.
that spark,
that leaves you speechless.
that spark,
that leaves you longing for the touch of the other,
craving it every second,
craving their love,
craving them.
and every time the eyes meet,
inside is that spark.
with that spark,
you know you have grasped their heart.
their love.
and that...
my darling,
is a rare grasp to withhold.
so...
my darling,
don't let go of that spark.
because darling,
inside that spark is a wide amount of love for you.
the spark within those eyes staring back at you,
is admiring every little thing that consists of you.
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...
