HIM: Those innocent scent from your heart reflects and can be perceived from your face.
The dripping joy and satisfaction from your eyes captures the soul willingly.
Happily tripping over the spilled sweetness from you. I landed on my head with birds over me and butterflies in my stomach.
HER: Your words, the kindest a girl can ever wish for.
Their sweetness, entrancing and more than enough as visa for rainbow land.
Flattering, yet bothering
But nonetheless, drives insecurities miles away
HIM: I've watched "typing" for minutes, definitely words defeated you this time.
Why bother when I bring to you good tidings with a bit of juice and saucy to spice your youthful kinda isolated being.
I'm glad my words tickles some veins in your body, hopefully I get to pull a string if you allow.
Feed my eyes with sweetness that reaches my taste bud and I'll massage your tenderness with words you craved for.
HER: Words aren't really mine when in dire need.
I would have written the finest lines to reciprocate
But my desires and ability highly negate
Leaving my head in a situation quiet strait
Maybe not today, maybe no time soon,
But for a beautiful soul, beautiful words I shall croon.
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World of emotions
ŞiirPoetry work that touches almost every emotional distress and emotional enthusiasm we go through in our lives. #Love #Genotype #Life #Happy #Broken #Joy #Smile
