/A Small Tune That My Page Heard/
He was like the golden hours, like the soft kiss of summer breeze , His eyes, which looked like crescent moon just made him look so out of the world so unbelievably beautiful . His laughs which sounded like soft poetry and the way he moved like soft waves by the shore which touch your feet...
His cotton candy hair colours and those fluffy cheeks , that boyish aura it pulled you towards him. Irresistible. Those very kissable lips and that dreamy sparkly eyes . It made him all so godly that even his imperfections which made him who he is , he who seemed so perfect to me.
Even though he meant the sky and the earth beneath my feet this heart that had me alive to him. I will always remain a star light in a crowd of hundreds but he was my moon in the pack of millions , my alone, my special. Cool , contenting.
He was my moon....My companion of dark nights
A serendipity
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He Called Me His Beloved
Poetry"Cause the world moves fast love and the thoughts run wild and I'm running out of time let me hold you a bit longer let me kiss you a bit hard today and for the tomorrow that's near let my words sing the melody of you and me." HE CALLED...