Is it normal for yearning to make me fall so hard?
Is it right for any one man to cherish so sweet?
Maybe this thing of mine I haven't gotten a hold of yet
Maybe I don't understand a bit of the world.
They told me 'darling, love is blind'
Why, then, did it open my eyes to truly see,
The beauty in the citrus blossoms and honey bees
Dancing on the rooftop in the middle of the storm
All the way down our chimney
Til our toes are warm.
All I want and all I see,
Is the daylight entranced with the sight of you and me.
It hurt so sweetly the days before I took that last step,
And it'll hurt long after we've worn out our eyes and wept
But in this moment all that matters
Is the pretty, citrus blossom you gave to me.
YOU ARE READING
As Tears Filled Up my Eyes
PoetryA collection of original poetry strung together. Each chapter is a single poem that can stand alone and does not need to be read in any particular order to be understood.
