"I write poetry every afternoon since we started talking, with hope that you'd appear and I'd hold you until the sun sets
and the night illuminates with what we could become if you just allow me to love you.
Your smile is the antique I keep in my head, it's a reminder that there is such a thing as perfection .
You embody so much beauty that the angels must be jealous of you.
I want to love you with all my existence, I want to love you so much that you forget you have been hurt before
I just want you to allow me to love you like it's my last day on earth..."
I wonder, did you ever love me...
