The night swallowed the remaining light,
It's me, sitting on my front porch sight.
We shared snapshots and thoughts,
Until we ran out of words in our throat.
That was the night I knew,
The moment of something new.
You're the pinnacle of everything,
An inspiration for my writing.
Your love is perpetual,
So warm, passionate, and sensual.
I want to feel your skin against mine,
Especially in frigid times.
Your arms are my haven,
It will protect me, twenty-four-seven.
We painted murals in my town,
And mowed our verdant lawns.
Our love is perpetual,
Delicate but unconditional.
It is you where I belong;
With my odes and charming songs.
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Reinvention: A Comprehensive Metamorphosis Of A Young Adult (Anthology II)
PoetryHe found himself in an old lair, there, he reinvented and followed the dry trail.
