Maybe it was the color of her hair.
Maybe it was her smile.
Maybe it was the look she gave me,
the color of her eyes,
the humanity beauty in her,
the music she adores.
Maybe it was the words that she used,
that she cared about others,
that she helped me.
Maybe it was her smile,
her drawing skills,
her voice,
her laugh.
Maybe it was something and everything else.
And maybe it was just the fate we have.
The fate God created for us.
We belong together in this world.
She would be my wife already,
if only it was possible.
But in few years,
I promise I will make her mine.
Maybe we will live together.
Maybe we will have kids.
Some pets running around.
Maybe when we're old,
we can still look at each other
and say "You're the loveliest person ever."
Maybe we will love each other to the end.
And even after that.
That's what I believe in.
The word maybe for me means of course.
YOU ARE READING
She made me see the colors in world again.
PuisiI'm writing poems about my girlfriend in this book. I try to publish one chapter in a month. It would be nice to have comments from you and hear if you like it. All the pictures are taken by me. ⚠️!TW!⚠️ -don't read if you're sensitive to dark subje...
