Fingers intertwined;
A physical connection.
I kiss, maybe two;
To show my affection.
A stroke of my hand
Across your soft face,
My arms wrap around you,
Into a sweet embrace.
For if I was a painter,
You would be my masterpiece;
A sweet fallen angel,
Hidden under the bedsheets.
YOU ARE READING
for the both of us
PoetryI loved him with all my heart, Even if he didn't care; I'll love him with all my heart, This, to myself, I swear.
