My heart races at the thought of you
How did you infect my mind, my heart, my soul?
With those dreamy eyes and peach colored lips...
The tender touch and soft caresses
I've grown impossibly obsessed with you.
Those three words is all I long to hear
With that delicate and velvet voice
Holding so much compassion with the words I hold so dear.
I can't help but dream and think about you
You haunt me elegantly in my mind
Never leaving me behind
You plucked me, a filthy rose
And you have loved me since the start
Everyday I fall more in love with you.
YOU ARE READING
Serendipity
Poetry"Years of love have been forgot in the hatred of a moment" Edgar Allan Poe 《Kyrasif made the graphic cover 》
