My dear Noir,
I thank God everyday for creating you.
But today,
I thank God for creating a heaven on earth,
That I can stare for days without getting bored.
The one that is pleasant and divine looking,
The one that I wish to own but can't.
The way your hands move,
The way you smile for a split of second,
Oh boy,
I wish the time stopped.
You are like a bee in a swarm of wasp.
The way your head moves,
The way you talk,
Your body language,
Everything is different.
I wish to love you as long as I can.
And I will.
You are beautiful My Divine.
-R.X-
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A Piece of Heart in Question
PoetryThis is where I pour my untold feelings in the form of poems. I'm sure a lot of people will relate to this.
