I long to gaze into your brown eyes, Where hues of dawn dance in reflective guise. To lose myself within their clovered depths, Where beauty blooms in iris' softest crests.
I yearn to breathe their warmth, like cinnamon's embrace, Inhaling your essence, a fragrant grace.
YOU ARE READING
a statement, with a question mark
Poetry• a leftover thoughts for a friend • Sometimes our loving heart made a statement, while our logical brain kept asking "why?". And here it is, it's a poem, it's a desire, it's a letter, it's a feeling, and it's a statement, with a question mark.
