Like the waves in the ocean,
Your hair falls on your face,
Like splashing the water away,
For you, he draws it away.
Looking at the half moon in the sky,
Your eyes flicker to the side,
He holds your face, jealous of the moon,
And makes you look into his eyes.
Ah, your lips so shy,
Hide away from your guy,
Nervous of the tingle, yet
What makes you feel alive.
Tell me, what you see?
Tell me, if it's not love?
Love it is, one that sets you free.
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Voice Of The Heart
PoetryThe place that I live, is inside my head. And the only place apart from that, is in a piece of paper. There's no in-between. | I think, you feel. I I write, you imagine. I I bleed, you heal.
