I love in different ways, different from the rest,
I love how she smiles and brightens up my darkest days,
I love how he seeks adventure, his journey only drawing him further west,
I love how they talk, I love the words they form, the sounds they make,
Intelligence, refreshing and insightful, the only way they know to say,
Say how they feel in their hearts, not just to say those words for its own sake,
She loved with her heart upon her sleeve, while he was more subtle,
I saw how she blushed when he looked her way, a sign of all we know falling into place,
And I loved them both, neither more than the other, with little worry of the trouble,
Because the world will tell you you can only love in small increments, your heart sliced portion by portion,
Only to find it'll never be enough for she who loves with every cell she has to spare,
And the ones she loved so dear, with all things already set in motion.
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nothing else but my heart's desire [COLLECTION] | FINISHED
PoetryMATURE THEMES THROUGHOUT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. A collection of words (poetry and prose) my heart wishes to say, but has not found the courage to do do. [FINISHED]
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