Had she not walked between those tulips,
stars would have stayed rooted by a string;
But she had to turn around like a Goddess.
One by one all the stars started falling.
The vibrant foreshadow on her unreal face
would not have hurt me at all if it was not on her.
Like on the flowers of my favourite taste,
Like the gleam of the ocean on a paradisiac weather.
And as her feet begun on the ground towards mine
like the flawless drips of the wettest rain;
I could have died so happily at the edge of that time,
but then again, she loathed pain.
My precious darling on that summer's night
acknowledged my intention of for a stroll;
Kissed my hand and stood with pride,
for she loved me everyday, more and more.
Her eyes, so deep, beamed at the shower;
Stared at the lightpaintings donned on the sky.
Gladdest eyes of her, upwards, and mine on her,
I gained so many questions of how and why.
She was the epitome of beauty for me,
the reason to the pace down of my heart.
I still can't compare her to anything else I see,
not the stars, not the moon, not even the most expensive art.
Then when the stars halt its light show
I thought our moment ended quite extraordinary.
But she sat down, tulips surround, kept looking up in awe.
Can't recall how happy I was to get more time of we.
Yesterday she came to kiss me luck in my dreams
and I write this poem sitting alone tonight.
I want to express what in my life she means,
and how much I am grieving inside.
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PoetryI have some things in my mind that I still don't know about. Sometimes they just come out as words through a pen on a page (or in my notes app too). But yeah, if you, by a needle in a hay chance, have read the (deleted)poem book I wrote before this...
