Love me like the morning breeze,
Like the sunrays and serenity.
Hold my hand, like little squirrels
We make mischiefs in our little world,
Wander off into the unknown
To find what's meant to be.
Love me like you love math,
Like you spend with it an eternity.
Follow me like numbers
Do with each other,
Like 2 comes after 1
And 3 follows it till infinity.
Love me like you love yourself,
Like you treat yourself to coffee.
What am I if not you,
A part, a whole, somehow both,
We're perfect puzzle pieces
In a world of serendipity.
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Citrus and Serendipity | R.Ayman
Poetry"Light like eyes, Your touch like cool lemonade On a hot summer afternoon, Watching me from across the room Like a tangerine scented moon." A light hearted, spontaneous romance. Poetry and purple pink skies, Silk scrunchies and ties that bind. 𝐑.𝐀...
