You sway like leaves in a breeze, love.
Gently, the air charged with comfort,
As you move to the guitar's sigh,
Flowing around the room.
Your eyes are closed, love.
Drawn like curtains in the evening.
I always wonder what you see during these times.
The glow of the lamp,
Soft as a pillow,
Washes the room in honey and gold.
Love, it's art.
You're just as breathtaking as the sound of color being played
In the rain.
Like magic, love,
It's just like magic.
It makes the loneliness
Melt away.
At least, for a while.
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A Touch of Wonder
PoésieA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
