hand in hand
while walking down
the snowy path
the woo to my
san
the man that I
want;
holding up my universe
i was the canvas and he is painting,
his words chanting like a curse
desire so new, yet flaming,
we were one of a kind
two brains yet one mind
no holding behind
a deal signed
our hearts, our eyes
both blind
by love.
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✔️love poems | woosan
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