In this beautiful morning, I am looking at your golden grace.
Despite that my heart and body is aching for you, I know I have yet to be deemed worthy.
As the day goes on, the light of the dusk take over our bodies. We stand by each other. Hoping. Wishing. Loving.
As the day goes on, the stars shine upon us. Only the endless night sky knows our story.
Seeing you down of the stars, I am hoping to be deemed worthy.
For you are my sun. You are my dusk. You are the one I love
YOU ARE READING
A Never Ending Dream
PoesiaThe loving kiss of death The cold touch of darkness Where is the hope I'm searching for? Your sweet little kisses Your gentle touch Ah, there it is... [Just a bunch of poems I wrote]
