NOVEL
|12•14•2019|
You always got that mischief in your eyes,
That bewitching glint and your saccahrine smile.
Your eyes' sparkles are so undeniably beguile,
And to hold you is to first roll the dice.
The shape of you is nothing but novel,
Thoughts of you are nothing but divine.
But the reality of you being hard to reach is cruel,
Though the mere voice of yours makes everything fine.
Your radiance is truly a magnificent sight,
A conversation with you I'd keep in eternity's bottle.
Your lovely peculiarity got me all right,
And everything between us is all a lunatic gamble.
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Love Not Given Meaning
PoetryWhat does it feel to fall in love, be in love, and fall out of love? What does it feel when you like someone, but you don't have the courage to tell them? What does it feel like to discover a feeling so wonderful and beautiful it feels like it becom...
