You are never vaunt,
And you never taunt,
I know you won't be flaunt,
For, love is not a jaunt.
With a kiss of mint,
Her smile goes glint,
Trust hard as a flint,
For, an immense pint,
I'll be there whenever,
I'll do whatever,
I never say "Never!"
For, I'm yours forever.
Eyes of yours shine,
Their beauties are all fine,
My heart is for thine,
For, your hands fit in mine.
YOU ARE READING
You and I, Meant
Poetry"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me, but bear this is mind. It was meant to be."