Games of Love

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Games;

The shadows play games,

In the crook of your neck.

I try to catch them,

With a gentle, loving peck.

The wind plays games,

As it makes me shiver,

I have to pull you closer,

Or else I'll quiver.

Your eyes seem to have

A game of their own

They seem to follow me around

And never leave me alone.

Even the angels play games,

As they sprinkle magic in your smile,

That's why I stare

At your lips all the time.

I am not trying to romanticize your existence, my love.

My eyes see what they see.

There's nothing ordinary in you, just extraordinary you can be.

No, you are not 'Just me'.

Little games, little things. I think with my heart, I'm an emotional being.


Every atom, every matter.

It's only you that always matters.

I'm not trying to romanticize your being, my love.

My heart feels what it feels.

It feels you are magic, so I believe you are.

Every fleeting moment and every lasting memory,

I shall cherish for eternity.

I have only known love that never ceases to grow.

I have only known your face, that leaves mine aglow.

I have only felt your lips

that send shivers down my spine.

I have only known your eyes

that somehow stop time.

Love is a rare gift, which yes, can be declined.

But I accepted yours and you accepted mine.

I love you.



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