love | collection of poems.

° midnight °

he loved her just like how the midnight sky loved the moon .

THERE was no doubt that she was insecure.
   When they first started dating, she wasn't so sure.
It didn't matter if he told her that she looked nice that day.
   It only took a few seconds later for that compliment to fade away.
Yes, it was complicated at times.
   All he wanted was for her to shine.
Her dark skin was beautiful.
   And so was her moans, very musical.
He showed her ways how to love herself.
   And it just took time, for her scars to heal themselves.
Her dark complexion was not ugly.
   Nor was her stretches marks on her legs, he was never judging.
He loved her just as much as the night sky loved the moon.
   That everytime she felt alone or afraid he made sure that he loved her too.

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