Our love bloomed
Slowly like a rose bud.
So sweet, so alive,
So red like my blood.
Like a bee and a flower,
We attract each other.
You're the bee with the sting.
I'm the flower in this spring.
Everything is so fresh.
Everything to me is new.
You brought colors to my life,
All in different hues.
Unfortunately to us all,
spring doesn't last long.
Just like love,
it's something you can't prolong.
But we still have time,
what we have is enough for now.
Hold my hand and look at me in the eye.
I'll show you how.
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Ethereal Beings
PoesíaA book of poems filled with everything I want to say. This contains my thoughts and feelings. "We are two ethereal beings- too perfect for this world. Love is an ethereal being- too perfect to exist." Highest rank #124 [August 2, 2017]
