What you make me feel
Your smile looks like a painted sun
Where the fine lines of rays are one
Those palms of soft and warm gesture
Carved to fit wide pastures
A voice as calming as the rustling brook
They warm me like morning coffee in the woods
I mean, if listening to them was a song
It would be on a loop for four weeks long
You remind me of white daisies,
Of many wanders in the world of discovery
This picturesque image of you
I celebrate of it yesterday too
Would I last this lifetime fringe
Not showing how I am dazzled
Once you walk past me in fifteen inch
Might as well the heavens concede
Even penned a poem prudently
Aware that it might not get delivered
For at least on these Tyr and Jupiters
You were able to be my breather
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JPM
YOU ARE READING
For You, Alone (Poetry Dedication)
PoesiaJust the poetries I wrote for those people I have met whom either I've lost, I love, I miss, I adore, or I simply get attached to.
