the sound of our heartbeats
a music made for the loved and the loving
she shields me from my insecurities
a barrier made from devotion and adoration
I want nothing more than to repay her for what I've been given
but the only payment she takes is the joy I can bestow
YOU ARE READING
Raining upon sandy shores
PoetryYou are you. There is no one quite like you in the world. Your smiles, your sadness, they along belong to you and no one else.
