She walked into the room like a misplaced punctuation mark.
Bringing my incomplete sentence to a close the very second her feet graced the floor with her presence.
It was as though the rest of my sentence rushed over to meet her by the door.
As she walked in, my eyes couldn't help but pinball around the corners of her smile.
My courage sank into the beautiful vast oceans of her eyes, so all I could do was stand there completely mesmerized.
My heart beat began to shape shift into a manifesto as I walked over to meet her.
My internal organs began to play hopscotch and man could my heart skip.
I could feel it bouncing against the edges of lungs.
Soon all those emotions I had cacooned in my belly for long, gave birth to the most ferocious butterflies that have ever been let loose down a digestive hallway.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that she is perfect.
I'm just saying that if she isn't, that nothing in this world can ever be.
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Love: A Journey
PoetryThis is a poetic journey of love. A story that takes you through all the many bumps in the road. All the ups and downs, every folk in the road. From start to finish. From the perspective of a hopeless romantic trying to keep his belief in the proces...
