Witnessing that feminine facet,
Of yours, dear,
A trait I find endearing,
A charm that stirs up a tempest,
In my sea of emotions.
Despite the cautionary tales,
I shrugged it off with a laugh,
And now, I'm ensnared.
Your hair, merely three inches long,
How I yearn to run my fingers through it,
And that adorable nose,
Not quite pointed,
A desire to pinch it bubbles within,
You have no idea,
How much restraint I exercise.
Suppressing these urges I feel,
To envelop you in an embrace,
And bury my face,
In the warmth of your neck.
Oh, the days have grown chilly,
And I long for your warmth,
Yet, you remain as cool,
As the autumn rain in this season.
—ancn.
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Whispering Winds: A Stargazer's Silent Symphony
PoésieThis is an original collection of poems written by me with only one inspiration. This is an untitled poem. I made it so for it is a series of poem that describes one person and if I could ever put a title in every chapter of poems, his name would be...
