Quiet is the wind this summer night.
Glimmering is the lake with the bright moonlight.
I sit here, with the grass swaying beneath me,
And though, everything is quiet, my thoughts scream of thee.
Shining are the stars, reminding me of thine beauty.
No thoughts on paper can compare what I see.
Nor can words explain what I feel.
Still, I try my best to have them concealed.
For my heart, it beats with thine presence around me.
When thou art close, my legs would want to flee.
Granting all this, I wonder: how can thine grace fall for mine fool?
So, I sit here and ponder if I should make the first move.
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To Hopeless Romantics
PoetryHeartbreaks and heart aches leave the soul shaken to hopelessness. Thinking of the ones whose hurt us; the ones whose left us longing. It's a universal feeling. No matter the age or gender, we're bound to feel hopeless about someone. Longing for som...
