She used to says I'm the moon, bearer of love's sign,
Her silvery glow, a gentle guide to hearts,
She finds in me the peace that's so divine,
Amid the dark, where dreams and hope departs.
She used to says my light, a balm for souls in pain,
Casting a net of calm on troubled sea,
Yet deep within, a secret does remain,
For his light fuels my glow, this truth set free.
For her, the sun, a blazing, golden sphere,
Ignites the fire that lights up my night sky,
Without her touch, I'd fade, I'd disappear,
Her love's the reason why I climb so high.
Together, a cosmic dance of light,
She is my sun, igniting love so bright.
YOU ARE READING
Her Volume ~ One
RomansaYou write poems, right? Ah, yes Every single day? I do, please For whom ? The girl knows But what if she doesn't read? She's reading. Aren't you? It might be just a bunch of poems to others, but it's a story to you, my 32 ❤️ Title: "Her Volume ~ One...
