IN THE MORNING,
There is golden light flooding across the floors. The dust dances in the light as I watch intensely. I am there, alone, I watch every single dust particle in the air. The world starts to awake around me and I can hear the steady rhythm of her breathing over the phone. She is still asleep two hours ahead, a sea away, and yet she is closer to me than anyone else has ever been. I'm not in love with her yet, but she makes me laugh and smile more than anyone else. She makes me happy, genuinely, and I hope I make her half as happy as she makes me.
I hear her move and then she sighs and I close my eyes. I can still sense the lighting world around me and I smile. I smile because I am irrevocably infatuated with her.
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God is my Strength
PoetryThis is not about God, this is about love. ______________ All my bad poetry in one book.
