I saw myself in your eyes
And I worked to make myself beautiful.
I heard myself in your voice,
And I tuned my own to become a melody.
I felt the quakes I was causing in your footsteps,
So I lightened my steps on this earth.
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Letters to my Beloved
PoetryLove is the only thing everyone knows, yet no one can define. It brings searing pain, but heals better than any medicine. I always speak to my Beloved, whoever that may be. It may even be you, sometimes. So walk with me, with every step we'll feel s...
