Can someone explain to me love?
I am taken aback to when we first met.
When my soul kept stretching out to hers
Until I gathered it all to speak to her.
And now, her voice keeps singing to me a melody
One that I can’t help but sing along.
And I am having all these weird imaginations
Wishing she was in the shower with me, wishing she laid next to me
Wishing a little me was resting on my chest, wishing I could hug her in the kitchen
Is this what they call love?
I feel a tingling feeling and I don’t know what it is a feeling within.
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THE PREMISE OF LOVE
PoesíaMy Poetry, the art form of the soul, is an exquisite tapestry of language that weaves together emotions, thoughts, and experiences with skillful craftsmanship. It is a captivating expression of the human spirit, transcending time and culture, to tou...
