I want to write
Beautiful things
But after having met your immaculate soul
Everytime I sit to write
The only image
That comes to my mind
Is your smile.
The only only words
Are your name on repeat.
You are every poem
I have never attempted to write
And when my words seem to fail me
I turn to you
And there is my poem already written
In your eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Butterfly Effect
Poetrythis is a story to tell my ups and downs adventure I go with you, my love.
